I confess. In my formative years when I was just a boy, my father was a heavy drinker, didn't shower much and was mostly absent from my life, he was out "getting gains" in the gym seeking to become the " worlds strongest man". This caused me to develop a desperate and insatiable need to earn his pride and approval.......but this I never achieved. So When I had discovered the Grandmaster and saw much of my father in him I vowed to never again spend a waking moment not in service uplifting his great name, you could say I wanted to earn his pride, as I wished I had from my father.
Till this day I long for him to present himself to me; as I lie in linen sheets staring at the midnight blue sky seeing him descend from the stars and enter my room. To kneel down as a father would, kiss me on my forehead and utter the only words that could put my heart to rest...."son, I'm proud", then ascend to the heavens, above us all.......where the Grandmaster belongs.