Airton Motta

A quick silly story about how Jitsu made me a better person. I was working as a chef in Covent Garden and the shift ended at 12am. I needed the Central line in Holborn, which closes at 1215h so I had to run or I'd miss the last tube.

There I was running at full speed on the back streets when I ran past a drunken couple. I was unfortunate enough to trip while I was precisely next to them so I did a forward roll and just carried on running.

The guy in the couple shouted: "Hey, nice recovery, man!" and threw himself on the floor trying to copy me. He landed face first and bashed his nose. I had to miss my train to help the poor wretch until an ambulance arrived.

So not only did martial arts save my life, but enabled me to practise my first aid skills.

The moral here is "don't drink and do Jitsu or you'll bash your nose!!"