Not a karate story, but one of those quirky little incidents that somehow fits into the weird philosophical outlook I seem to be developing. Here's the link.
I had a dream about spiders once. They told me stuff, and they told me that the planet belonged to them. One day they would reclaim it. Then I woke up. No worries, I don't watch TV news any more.
Yeah, and I find myself complaining about young people too.... but not all young people warrant complaining about. I also tell the young people in our dojo about what it was like to train "back in my day".
We have a phrase in Britain. "Grumpy Old Git". Ho hum. I hope you found the story enlightening.