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Breaking Up Is Hard To Do




When my boys were working at the taekwondo school, they had other responsibilities than teaching. One of them was to make phone calls. Every time a student missed two classes, one of the teachers called them to check on them and invited them back to class. If the teachers did not make it through their list before their classes began, the receptionist continued to make calls in between their own duties.


After my boys turned in their movie to the Shifu, I overheard the Shifu's adult son and one of the older teachers criticizing my boys' movie in MST3K fashion. Instead of making their scheduled phone calls, they decided to tear down my sons' good work. I was so hurt by their disrespect, that I may have said some things I should not have like, "Maybe next time your Dad will ask you to do it." That moment was the beginning of the end of my boys' time as teachers at the taekwondo school.


The Shifu's son decided if phone calls had to be done, my sons should do them. He sat next to my older son and criticized how he did his work. The Shifu's son scheduled my sons to work on their days off because he did not feel they were doing enough for the school. The Shifu's son texted unkind remarks to and about my boys on the "work chat" as well. (It was difficult knowing his Dad's favorite son was not related to him.)


My boys decided filming was more important than pushing through the abuse they were receiving. Now they make the best of their classes and parley their experiences into fight choreography.





But whenever you enter a town and the people do not welcome you, go out into the streets and say, "Even the dust of your town that clings to us we wipe off our feet as a sign against you..." Luke 10: 10-11

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