Small Tastings of Torah, Judaism and Spirituality From Rav Binny Freedman – Portion of Korach
The sensei clapped his hands loudly: “Yame!” (‘Stop!’); and the entire Dojo (everyone in the Karate Training hall) went silent.
We all gathered and sat as our Sensei (Master) strode to the front of the hall. He motioned to one of the larger brown belts in the room to stand and assume a fighting stance, and then pointed to Laurie to stand opposite. Were it not for everyone’s serious demeanor I would have burst into laughter; she could not have been more than 5 feet tall, a thin wisp of a girl, and seeing her assume a fighting stance opposite the tall muscular brown belt seemed ludicrous. Barry was well over six feet and all muscle; he probably outweighed her by almost a hundred pounds, and had been training for nearly five years, while Laurie had only joined the Dojo six months earlier.
My mind vividly recalled almost the exact same scene when Laurie had first walked into the Dojo...
