TGJ: Courtesy on the Bridge by Marty Callahan

Tiger’s Great Journey Continued…

An Adventure Story for Youth Who Want to Make the World a Better Place

The air grew crisp as Tiger and Blake set out across a great forest at the top of the cliff on
which Tiger had discovered his courage. As they hiked silently up the sloping terrain of the
woods, Tiger enjoyed a sense of wonder about the towering trees, the colorful plants beneath them, and the birds and mammals he knew were watching as they walked gently and with great respect through the animals’ home.

Tiger carried the map that he had found with him. It was safely tucked away in his pack
in the pouch he had found it in. Just before starting this leg of their journey, he had referred to it and was using it as a guide. His destination was Ryoku Mountain and the Temple of the Clouds.

They trekked for miles through the forest until the trees gave way to a rocky and steep
plateau. As they passed the last of the trees, Tiger turned and bowed to the majestic forest they’d moved safely through. Blake giggled to see Tiger bowing to trees. He knew that this journey was not just important to Tiger, but it had totally consumed him. To Tiger becoming a Black Belt Shoka Leader was the most important thing he could possibly do with his life. It gave him a sense of order and purpose, and it made him feel connected to something bigger than himself. Nothing was going to stop him from getting to the top of Ryoku Mountain and the Temple of the Clouds. This was not an ordinary hike; it was a spiritual quest. Tiger was finding himself—who he was meant to be. He had seen so many people suffer because of problems in the world, and he wanted to play a role in finding a solution to at least some of those problems. But he knew that no one would pay attention to him as he was, so he would have to become someone greater. This journey would enable him to do that. It would transform him into the leader he was called to be.

Blake looked at the forest and saw the beauty and vastness that Tiger saw. He became
aware that all people rely on the wonders of nature, which must be respected. Tiger bowed again to the forest, took one last look at the explosion of life beneath the trees, and then turned and motioned to Blake to move on.

They walked for hours across the rocks, stopping now and again to rest or to scoop cool,
clear water from natural basins in the stone. Tiger became aware that he was able to walk farther and farther without resting, and that the muscles of his legs were becoming stronger. He liked the way his body felt as he and Blake climbed toward a high point. He wondered what awaited them on the other side.

When they crested the stony point, Tiger couldn’t believe his eyes. The land fell off
sharply into a great, deep canyon. “How will we ever cross it?” he asked. Blake raised a hand to point off to their right. “We’ll cross there,” he said. Tiger squinted and searched, and at last noticed what appeared to be a fine line across the top of the canyon. As they walked closer to it, Tiger could see that it was a narrow, rope walking bridge suspended high above the canyon floor. Noticing how it swayed in the breeze made Tiger feel uneasy.

When the two of them reached the beginning of the footbridge, Tiger realized that
because the bridge was so narrow, they would have no choice but to cross it single-file. The
flimsy bridge looked to be a mile long and a thousand feet above the canyon. The thought of
crossing it made him tremble. He was reminded again of something simple that Sensei had told him: “stay focused.” In this situation, he knew the goal was to get to the other side. This was simple to understand but very, very difficult to do.

Without looking down, Tiger gazed across the bridge and then placed his right foot
lightly on the first ancient plank. As he did, it dropped just enough to frighten him. He glanced back at Blake who was close behind. Blake had seen what had happened and nodded at Tiger to let him know that he was with him.

The bridge, which was made entirely of rope except for the wooden planks, swung a bit
to the left and then to the right, causing Tiger to grip the rope rails for dear life. He got a queasy feeling in his stomach and knew that he couldn’t look down. He focused his attention on the task before him and quieted his fears.

“Look straight ahead,” Tiger said to Blake. “Feel the strength of the bridge. It will move,
but it will not break. Stay focused on taking one step at a time.” Tiger didn’t know how he knew this, but he just knew it to be true.

He took a deep breath and felt his tense muscles relax a bit. Rather than tense up with
every motion of the bridge, he began to move in harmony with it. His fear gave way to an intense appreciation of the fine old bridge and the fantastic canyon below.

But what was this? Gazing far ahead, he saw that at the other end a large group of people
were moving single-file onto the bridge. Had the people not noticed him and Blake? The bridge was so narrow that it would be impossible for the two parties to pass. He and Blake had come so far, and they had started across long before the other group. Tiger decided to keep going and hoped the strangers would back off when they realized they had entered a bridge that was already in use and that they should have waited for him and Blake to make it all the way across.

The large group stopped. Tiger thought this was strange, but they were still too far away
for him to make out what they were doing. It appeared that most just stood and waited, while two or three people in the back knelt on the bridge. In time, the entire group began moving again, slowly, toward Tiger and Blake.

At last, the two parties moved close enough together for Tiger to see that a tall, powerful looking man was in front of what appeared to be several families whose members, old and young, carried trunks and cases and baskets. They seemed to be crossing the bridge while
weighed down with everything they owned in the world.

When Tiger and Blake drew close, he thought again about how far they had come and
how they could make it across the bridge in only a few minutes—if there was not this long line of people in front of them.

Tiger noticed that the man who appeared to be the leader wore a scowl on his face. He
ordered his people to stop. Then he shouted to Tiger and Blake, “Halt!” They stopped about
thirty feet from him. The man signaled to three young men, who carried swords and looked to be warriors, and the four of them stepped forward on the heavily burdened, swaying bridge.

Tiger was worried. These strangers looked mean, and there was no room on this bridge
for a fight. The leader had a red face and appeared angry as his men stepped up and stopped only a few feet away. Tiger greeted them with a deep, respectful bow. Why he did that he didn’t know, but it seemed like the right thing to do. At the same time, he watched them closely.

The strangers appeared to be surprised by Tiger’s bow, and the leader bowed slightly in
return; his warriors did the same. Then the leader stiffened his back and barked, “Go back, or prepare to fight. My people need to cross this bridge, and you are in our way.”

Tiger spoke to him calmly. “But we entered the bridge long before you did and only have
a short distance to go.”

“Silence!” the leader shouted as his warriors squeezed the grips of their swords. “We
have no time for this! We were forced to leave our village, and now we are escaping a fearsome enemy. We could not wait for you to pass over the bridge and are placing ourselves in peril while stopping to talk to you. Back off the bridge, or prepare to die!”

Tiger thought the pounding of his heart would split open his chest, but he bowed again,
this time lowering his eyes to the strangers’ feet. Then he spoke. “We are in no hurry to cross this bridge, but there is a great urgency in your crossing. So we will turn back and, if you so permit, to allow you to move more quickly, we will help your people carry their belongings.”

With those words, the looks on the strangers’ faces softened. The leader shook his head in
amazement. “You are kind; thank you. Please forgive my behavior, but we are weary and are in fear of our lives. We will be grateful for your help in getting across the bridge.” With that, he and his men bowed.

Seeming to remember something, the leader added, “We stopped a while back to loosen
some of the planks on the bridge to slow our enemy. I do not want for you to be hurt, so when we get to the other side, I will have a couple of our young men accompany you to the loosened planks and ensure that you cross them safely.”

“Many thanks to you,” Tiger said.

Blake and Tiger walked toward the fleeing people, hoisted two heavy trunks onto their
shoulders, turned around, and carried the trunks clear to the end of the bridge where they had started.

When everyone reached that side, the leader thanked Tiger and Blake again and wished
them a safe journey. The two boys, in turn, wished them the same and said they hoped the people would find a better, safer place to live. The two groups parted as friends.

Tiger, Blake, and two young warriors then set out once again across the bridge with the
warriors in the lead. From having walked back and forth along the bridge, Tiger and Blake now had their “legs” and could move fast without the fear of slipping. When they got to the loosened planks, the warriors made sure that Tiger and Blake crossed safely before heading back to catch up with their people.

Once they made it to the end of the bridge, Blake sighed deeply. “I thought we were
going to have to fight out there,” he said.

Tiger replied, “Sensei told me that sometimes there is no avoiding a fight. But most of the
time, we can use our training and our intelligence to prevent violence.”

“Like you did when you bowed,” Blake said. “I could see that the stranger, who was very
angry, started to calm down when you honored him in that way. And he changed completely
when you offered our help in carrying their possessions.”

“We learned an important lesson about courtesy today, Blake, one that we will probably
have to use often on this journey.”

“It looks like courtesy is our first line of self defense. That simple show of respect turned
a potential enemy into a friend. What could be better than that?” observed Blake.

Tiger told Blake that they should move out of sight, because the enemies the fleeing
people feared were probably on their way. From the bridge, they headed off to the left and up a gentle slope to nearby hills. Safely out of view, Tiger and Blake could see a small band of warriors far to the south making their way to the footbridge. They were carrying swords, staffs, and clubs, and they jogged in tight formation. Even from this distance, Tiger and Blake could hear the pounding of their feet. The boys knew that they were not to be trifled with. After watching for a while, they looked at the map.

“Wow, Blake!” Tiger said excitedly. “There’s an image now of a person bowing on the
map above the footbridge and the word COURTESY.”

“This map is so cool!”

Tiger smiled his agreement and then carefully folded the parchment and placed it back in
its pouch. He knew this was no ordinary map.


Marty Callahan has spent his life understanding and improving the lives of students both young and old.  His passion led to the founding of Shotokan Karate Leadership School in Santa Rosa, CA in 1981, with a dream to awaken the extraordinary leader in his students. Having inspired, taught, coached, supported, and trained over 15,000 students in 40,000 classes in Santa Rosa, Marty has become Sonoma County’s preeminent martial arts leadership instructor. His students, hundreds of whom have gone on to become leaders in their chosen fields, appreciate his engaging, student centered approach to teaching and they believe you will too.

TGJ: The Cliffs of Courage by Marty Callahan

Tiger’s Great Journey Continued…

An Adventure Story for Youth Who Want to Make the World a Better Place

A bald eagle cried and swooped low over the fast-running river and snatched an
unsuspecting fish in its talons. Tiger and Blake watched the spectacle from a walking path
alongside the river. Tiger looked far into the distance and saw the river’s source, the Great
Ryoku Mountain shrouded in jungle, its summit piercing the clouds. A part of him didn’t want to take this journey; that part wanted to turn and run back to his safe and comfortable home. But he was powerfully drawn to the challenge of following in the footsteps of the great man who had given him the Book of the Empty Mind.

His journey was going to take him to the temple at the very top of Ryoku Mountain—the
Temple of the Clouds. And Blake, his childhood friend, would accompany him along the way. This was not Blake’s great journey; it was Tiger’s Great Journey. Blake wanted to have
adventures, but this experience did not hold a special significance to him. However to Tiger, this adventure had become more important than anything he had ever done in his entire life. It had become the center of his life.

Tiger listened to the rushing of the water and scanned a mountain whose perils he could
only imagine. He did not know if he had the strength, desire, and self-control he would need to conquer all the obstacles between him and the peak. But he did know he wanted to test himself and to become stronger. He had heard of people—some his age, a few younger, many older who had worked hard and made it to the top of the mountain. These people wore a black belt and were quick, strong, wise, and greatly respected. It was a dream of Tiger to be one of them. And though he had some fear, he trusted what Sensei had told him, as he had counseled many others on this same climb.

“Are you ready?” asked Tiger.

“Yeah,” said Blake, “let’s go.”

Tiger loved Blake like a brother. Their families had lived in the same neighborhood since
before either of them was born, and their moms were best friends. Tiger and Blake had lived
their whole lives together, and they got along like two peas in a pod. Something in the back of Tiger’s mind told him that he would need Blake along the way.

The two of them set out along the river toward Ryoku Mountain. Tiger remembered that
Sensei had instructed him to empty his mind prior to any setting out. He had told the boy to let go of thoughts about home or school and to simply be aware of all that was happening around him. In this case, Tiger let his thoughts go and became aware of the sound of the pathway soil crunching beneath his feet, the touch of sunlight on his skin, and the sense that his legs and lungs were working harder as the trail grew steeper.

A gnat buzzed, and Tiger brushed it away before it could fly into his ear.

Soon, the boys became aware that the mountain rose sharply to their right, as they entered
a river canyon. The walking path grew more narrow, steep, and bumpy, and then it just ended. The raging river was to the left and to their right, steep and craggy cliffs. Tiger was confused. Were they lost? Should they turn back? He looked up at the cliffs and asked himself if he really wanted to do this. But he knew that if he hoped to make it to the top of the mountain that the two of them would have to climb these cliffs, which were as high as the tallest building he had ever
seen. Tiger remembered how much he loved to have his turn on a climbing wall at a birthday party. But that wall wasn’t nearly this high, and it had handles and a safety rope. This cliff was something to behold.

“Our fears can be our greatest obstacles,” Tiger remembered Sensei telling him. “If you
want to make it to the top of a mountain, you have to face your fears. You will have to change yourself. You will have to become someone greater than who you are right now. Let your fears stimulate you to change, and let your heart guide this change. Free your mind of doubts, and focus your attention on doing what you need to do.”

Tiger took a deep breath. He heard the eagle cry again and nodded at the thought that he,
too, had a spirit that wanted to soar. “Let’s climb,” he told Blake.

With that, Tiger looked up at the rock wall and scanned it with his mind’s eye, a tactic
that the Old Man and Sensei had taught him. Then he saw it, a series of hand- and footholds that stretched from the bottom of the cliff all the way to the top. ’Holds’ that were invisible when his mind was filled with doubt, but perfectly clear now that his mind was cleared of doubt. What a realization this was! In an instant Tiger saw how so many of the problems that exist in the world exist because of the fear and doubt that are in people’s minds.

Tiger reached up with his right hand and took hold of a small crevice. Then his left hand
clenched onto a small outcropping. He lifted his right foot onto a tiny ledge and pulled himself up. In what seemed like mere seconds, Tiger was ten feet up the cliff with Blake close behind him.

Now that all of his attention was focused on the cliff, Tiger could see all the cracks,
ledges, bumps, and other places to grip and stand on. It wasn’t a smooth wall of rock any more, but a series of grips and footholds leading straight up.

And Blake was climbing it like a pro, too!

Tiger was enjoying this immensely. From crevice to outcropping to ledge to foothold,
Tiger moved smoothly and effortlessly up the cliff. He made sure his grips were solid and his toes secure, then pulled himself up again, and again. Every bit of his being was focused on his fingers and toes, and on the places on this cliff that they could grip. His muscles strained, and a bead of sweat trickled down his back.

Tiger was about halfway up, when he placed his hand in a ledge and, in so doing, pushed
a rock back deeper into the crevice, revealing a leather pouch. He reached in and pulled it out and then shouted down to Blake, “Guess what I found?”

“What?” called Blake, who was busy making sure he didn’t slip.

“It’s a pouch of some kind.”

“Cool. We’ll have to look at it when we get to the top.”

Tiger tucked it into his shirt and continued upward to the cliff’s ledge.

After another twenty minutes of climbing, Tiger reached the top and a minute later Blake
scrambled over the top as well.

“We did it!” they shouted and jumped with joy.

Then they turned and gazed down at the great cliff they had just climbed and the churning
river at the base. “This took courage,” Tiger said. “We were strong in the face of danger, and we showed the most courage—not when we finished, but when we started.”

“I feel confident,” said Blake, “and I know that it’s because I’m now sure of my climbing

“Me, too,” said Tiger. “Now I know what Sensei meant when he said that confidence is
having the belief that you can do something.”

Both boys stood in amazement at what they had learned and how they had changed just
by accepting this one challenge. Then Tiger felt something in his shirt and remembered that he had tucked the pouch in it. “The pouch,” he said as he pulled it out. “There’s something in it.”

Blake became curious and walked over. “What is it?”

“It’s a parchment of some kind.”

“Well, open it up!” said Blake.

“It’s a map.”


After studying the ancient map for a few moments, Tiger said, “There’s a trail leading to
the top of a mountain, and there’s a temple at the top. Let me see if I can make out the name.” He drew the map a little closer. He squinted hard and after a while he was able to make out faded letters that spelled. . .


“It says Great Journey to Ryoku Mountain and Temple of the Clouds. The temple is at
the top of the map; the trail seems to start at the bottom left and winds around to the temple. Wow, look, Blake!”

As Tiger and Blake watched, an image of a child standing facing a big man appeared on
the map and under it the word COURAGE was written.

“Can you believe that? That’s what we were just talking about—courage, and now it
appears on this map. This is more than a coincidence, Blake. It’s a sign.”

“A sign of what?”

Tiger thought for a moment. He couldn’t help but think that this had something to do
with the Book of the Empty Mind and his journey to become a Black Belt Shoka Leader. It was no coincidence that he had met the familiar Old Man on the beach, who had given him that book and told him about the mysteries he would encounter on his journey. This must be one of them.

“I don’t know, but it must have something to do with my journey to become a Black Belt
Shoka Leader.”

They looked at the parchment again. Then Tiger folded it carefully, placed it in the
leather pouch, and tucked it inside his knapsack for safe-keeping.

They then turned and continued on the path leading to their next adventure and the
challenges that would come with it.


Marty Callahan has spent his life understanding and improving the lives of students both young and old. His passion led to the founding of Shotokan Karate Leadership School in Santa Rosa, CA in 1981 with a dream to awaken the extraordinary leader in his students. Having inspired, taught, coached, supported, and trained over 15,000 students in 40,000 classes in Santa Rosa, Marty has become Sonoma County’s preeminent martial arts leadership instructor. His students, hundreds of whom have gone on to become leaders in their chosen fields, appreciate his engaging, student centered approach to teaching and they believe you will too.

Tiger’s Great Journey by Marty Callahan

An Adventure Story for Youth who Want to Make the World a Better Place

Believe in Yourself


Tiger pushed open the door and took in the sights and sounds of a place unlike any he’d
ever seen.

Located on an ordinary street in an ordinary town, this open room seemed anything but
ordinary. There were people of all ages, dressed in white uniforms, called gis, tied at the waist with belts of different colors: white, yellow, orange, green, purple, brown and black. They bowed to each other and moved with varying degrees of grace and power as they practiced kicks, punches, blocks, and leaps on a firm mat that covered most of the floor.

Tiger had made the decision to walk through this door because of what he had seen
happen after school a few days ago. Joey, a younger boy a grade down from him, had been on his way home when three bullies cornered him behind the Art Building. They were a few years older than Joey and loved to torment younger kids. They took his hat, spit in it, threw it on top of the building, and then laughed about it. A few other kids were around and they started laughing, too. Tiger had been walking across the basketball court about 100 feet away and saw it all. He could see the pain and humiliation on Joey’s face and wanted to do something, but felt powerless. This was the third time Tiger had seen these bullies in action and, now, he was determined to do something about it.

Before he died, Tiger’s grandfather had talked to him about karate. He had told him that,
when practiced properly, karate could be a force for good in the world and that it’s true purpose was to stop conflict by emptying the self of negativity. Tiger didn’t understand this at the time, but he loved and trusted his grandfather and knew him to be a wise man. His grandfather had practiced Shotokan Karate and recommended it to Tiger when they last spoke about it.

“Welcome to Shotokan Karate Leadership School,” said a man wearing a black belt. He
looked strong and kind and looked directly into Tiger’s eyes as he firmly shook the boy’s hand. Tiger’s heart leapt inside, he knew that he had come to the right place.

“I’m the teacher,” the man said. “You can call me Sensei, which means teacher in
Japanese. Many years ago, I too set out on the journey you are about to begin, the journey to learn the art of Shotokan karate and to become a force for peace in the world.”

The words surprised Tiger, who imagined great leaders—presidents, kings and queens,
generals, inventors, people of fame and power—and had trouble seeing how he could be like
them. “How will I become a leader?” he asked Sensei.

The man with the black belt replied, “You will be amazed by how the time you spend
here at Shotokan Karate Leadership School will change your life and allow you to serve the
world.” Sensei explained to Tiger that as he mastered the basics of karate, he would first learn how to follow and then how to lead. He would start by being a Team Member, and then rise in rank to Team Leader, Class Leader, and then School Leader. And as he was rising in rank, his belt color would change from white to yellow to orange to green to purple to brown and, finally, to black. This was the path of a Black Belt Shoka Leader. Sensei also explained to Tiger that Shotokan was the name given to the style of karate taught by Gichin Funakoshi, the man who is considered to be the Father of Modern Day Karate. Master Funakoshi was a poet and he used the pen name, Shoto, and kan meant a building. The first time the word shotokan was used was on the front of the first karate school in Japan – a school that Master Funakoshi’s students built for him. Later on the name was given to the style of karate that Funakoshi taught. And Sensei  explained that Shoka was the term used at Shotokan Karate Leadership Schools for a student at the school who is training to be a leader.

“School members with more experience than you will guide and help you along,” Sensei
said. “What you learn here about Shotokan Karate, and about making good decisions, will make you the sort of person others will want to follow as you make the world a better place. Here is the list of leadership traits that you will develop.” Sensei read from a large sign prominently displayed on the wall: “Courage, Courtesy, Integrity, Humility, Self-Control, Trust, Endeavor, Responsibility, Cooperation, Justice, Compassion, and Creativity.”

Tiger felt a twinge of doubt. He was just a boy after all. Could he become the sort of
person who leads others? Could he possibly learn to perform the techniques of karate as well as the kids and adults he watched practicing on the mat? He saw that two boys bigger and older than him were training by pretending to fight. They came close to hitting and kicking each other! Tiger imagined himself out on the mat, and he felt the sting of fear, afraid that he would not be able to do what the other students were doing. He thought, what if I try, but fail?

Without Tiger noticing, Sensei, a forty-year-old man with kind eyes, who looked to be
thirty, had been observing Tiger quietly and had seen a special quality in him. He had trained hundreds of kids and knew that this was an important moment for the boy and sensed what he was feeling. Sensei invited Tiger to sit down with him on one of the benches along the back wall.

“Tiger,” Sensei began, “your journey to become a Black Belt Shoka Leader will involve a
series of adventures beyond the ordinary to discover what is missing in the world. This great
journey will test you to your limits. It is designed to determine if you have what it takes to
become a leader. Can you overcome the dangers? Do you have the knowledge, the skill, and the capacity to serve?” Sensei paused and looked into Tiger’s eyes before going on. “It is natural that you would doubt yourself, but don’t let that stop you. It takes a person of great courage to ask these questions and to search for the answers until they are found. The person who takes this journey must understand that, to succeed, he must become someone greater than who he is. He must overcome many obstacles, endure many failures, and stop powerful enemies. But despite this, he must continue on, because finding the answer is vital to his journey and to his life.

“I believe that you are such a person, Tiger. I believe that you can make a difference in
the world. But it won’t happen unless you believe that you can. Let me ask you, Tiger: Do you believe that you can make a difference in the world?”

Tiger didn’t say anything at first. He just sat there looking at Sensei for the longest time.
And Sensei didn’t say anything either; he waited patiently. Then Tiger opened his mouth to
speak. “Yes,” was the only word to come out, but it was clear, concise, and full of promise.


From the very first day, Tiger had felt at home in the dojo—the karate practice hall. He
couldn’t believe that one full month had already gone by; he felt as though he’d been doing
karate his whole life. Each day that he went to class, he wore his uniform and white belt and
joined his classmates. There were boys, girls, men, and women in a full assortment of belts. All of them had sincerely welcomed him into the school.

Tiger’s Home Class met on Tuesdays at 5 pm, and his Team was the Hornets. He had
found out that it was through his Team Leader, Class Leader, and Assistant Class Leader that he would learn much of what he needed to know in order to achieve each of the early Shoka Leader ranks.

Jerry, a tall thin boy who was a little younger than Tiger, was the Team Leader of the
Hornets. And Jacqui, a girl about his age with red hair, was the Assistant Team Leader, while Tim, a new student like Tiger, was the fourth member of the Hornets.

Wendy was the Class Leader for his Home Class. The Class Leader is responsible for
helping all the students in the class. The Class Leader assisted students with anything that might come up; for example, tying their belts, using the bathroom, removing a student who was creating a disturbance, and seeing that a guest who came into the school was taken care of.

She wore a purple belt and appeared to be quite capable. Since he had begun, Tiger had
always tried to show himself in the best way possible, because Wendy was an important person to him, especially now at the start of his training. Wendy had reassured Tiger that she would helphim with whatever she could. Tiger felt good about having all this support  from students who had experiences that he didn’t have yet, and at the same time felt a little nervous about not knowing what was going to happen.

Tiger remembered on his first day how Jacqui had asked him, “Are you a little scared?”
As an Assistant Team Leader, she wore a yellow belt and more confidence than Tiger yet
possessed. Tiger had nodded. “Don’t worry,” Jacqui had said. “We all were scared at first. Just remember that we’re all learning, even the Black Belt Shoka Leaders. And we’re all here to help each other, so have fun!”

He remembered his first day like it was yesterday. . . . “Line up!” came that first
command from Wendy. All the students stepped onto the floor and quickly found their places in line. Tiger felt good about starting out. He found his place with his new classmates after the yellow belts, orange belts, green belts, purple belts, brown belts, and black belts. “Seiza!” said Wendy, who gave the commands as the Class Leader. Tiger sat in seiza, the sitting/kneeling position used in Japanese martial arts to clear the mind and maintain a state of readiness. He joined his teammates in reciting the Dojo Creed. He liked the sound and the feel of everyone promising together to:
Seek perfection of character.
Be faithful.
Respect others.
Refrain from violent behavior.

Tiger felt his body become warm and his heartbeat quicken as he and his teammates
performed the warm-up exercises, which included leaning forward and back from a wide stance, stretching down and across, and stretching the legs, hips, arms, and torso from a variety of positions.

Then it was time to begin the training. “Empty your mind,” Sensei told the class. Tiger
had never been told to do that before! But he liked how it felt to stop thinking about school and chores and other things, and to focus on how his body felt as he practiced middle-body punches, rising blocks, outside-forearm blocks, and side-snap kicks.

Tiger tried to focus his attention on his imaginary opponent, but he couldn’t help but notice how crisply and strongly many of his teammates performed the techniques. How he
wanted to become as good as they were. “You may have to practice a technique as many as ten thousand times before you master it,” Sensei told the class. That number boggled Tiger’s mind. Sensei said, “The way to become a Black Belt Shoka Leader is to practice every day.”

“Osu!” the students said together. Osu is a Japanese martial arts word that, when used in
this way, shows the teacher that the students are listening and that they intend to do their best. That first day had been incredible and inspired Tiger to dream about the changes that karate would bring to his life.

At the end of Tiger’s first month in the dojo, Sensei called him into his office. Sensei
carefully slid a heavy book bound in worn leather off the shelf behind him. Then he sat down next to Tiger and opened the great book. Tiger gazed at it in wonder.

“This is the Book of the Empty Mind, Tiger. One day you will understand the significance of it. Right now all you see are blank pages, but some day in the not-too-distant future, the true meaning will become known to you.”

Tiger looked closely at Sensei. He knew that something important was being shown to
him, and he sensed that this strong but gentle man would continue to play an important role in his life.

“Use your imagination, Tiger. It is your most powerful weapon. It will cut through fog
and confusion and clear your mind. Then you can envision a better future.”

Later that night, before it was time to go to bed, Tiger closed his eyes and begin to slip
into an imaginary world.


To be continued…


Marty Callahan has spent his life understanding and improving the lives of students both young and old. His passion led to the founding of Shotokan Karate Leadership School in Santa Rosa, CA in 1981 with a dream to awaken the extraordinary leader in his students. Having inspired, taught, coached, supported, and trained over 15,000 students in 40,000 classes in Santa Rosa, Marty has become Sonoma County’s preeminent martial arts leadership instructor. His students, hundreds of whom have gone on to become leaders in their chosen fields, appreciate his engaging, student centered approach to teaching and they believe you will too.