One of the biggest diseases in martial arts today which undermines the ability to make one’s skills functional, practical and usable for purposes of self-defense and protection on the street is the issue of rank, belts, titles or whatever else you want to call it. I have lost count of the times I have seen a soccer mom tote young A.D.D / A.D.H.D / whatever other bullshit acronym-of-the-month-afflicted Timmy into the school I was training in to inquire about lessons and within 5 minutes ask the question, “How long will it take him to get his black belt?”
The problem I have with that is the word “get.”
“Get” a black belt? If you want one just go buy a friggin’ belt to put on the shelf next to his lacrosse, soccer and baseball trophies. Shit, I’ll just give you one if that makes you happy. Sorry honey, if Timmy really wants to “get” one, Timmy is gonna have to work his ass off to EARN one.