Master Carolyn Campora and Maya Just Maya at the Bodies Exhibit Tai Chi demo.
Pride Day 2013
Carolyn Campora marched with Liz and Mary in the 2013 Price March in NYC.
Nabi Su Students: Gay Games Champions
Nabi Su Black Belt Students Maya Just Maya and Kenny Dunn participated in the Gay Games and brought back medals for their Martial Arts performances.
Gay Games Amsterdam
Kenny Dunn: Silver Medal, Black Belt Sparring
Maya Just Maya: Silver Medal, Black Belt Empty Hand Forms (Tiger)
Gay Games Sydney
Maya Just Maya: Silver Medal, Black Belt Weapons Forms (Butterfly Knives)
Bronze Medal, Black Belt Empty Hand Forms (Leopard)
Bronze Medal, Black Belt Sparring
Gay Games Chicago
Maya Just Maya: Silver Medal, Black Belt Weapons Forms (Lightning Saber)
Bronze Medal, 3rd Degree Black Belt and above Empty Hand Forms (Tiger)
Maya Just Maya, Gay Games, Empty Hand Forms, Snake
The Aventures of Nabi Su Members in their own words....
Subject: Nabi Su Applied to a Real Life Situation
2008 has been a bit of a tumultuous start. I ended up having to have
knee surgery last week to remove damaged lining in my knee joint. The
physical therapy will take about a month, so I'm hoping to be back in
action by March or so.
I wasn't able to walk until about two days ago. With the aid of a cane
(a dapper one at that), and a full leg brace I am able to hobble the
streets of Manhattan. I was leaving Fordham up at Columbus Circle
yesterday evening in a nice torrential rainstorm. As I'm walking I
notice someone walking towards me. I moved to another side of the
sidewalk and the person kept on mimicking my every move. Finally, I
walked all the way to the left of the sidewalk next to the building wall
and noticed the person typing on his Blackberry and looking up every
two seconds. I stopped and before I could say excuse me to him, he
slammed into me quite purposely and forcefully. I kind of half fell and
held my balance with one hand against the wall. The conversation went
something like this:
Me, "What is wrong with you?"
"Why the **** are you slamming into me? You ******** cripple! Watch
what your doing ********! You got a problem? How about I kick your ***?"
next thing I know this guy lunges at me. I held my cane in both hands
and delivered a move similar to a cross-check in hockey. The moron
stumbled back and I immediately found myself in a ready position similar
to when we use escrima sticks. I mean it must have looked funny seeing
me with my left foot (brace and all) forward, my right foot back, my
left hand raised in a defensive stance and my right hand wielding my
cane like an escrima stick ready to mash his skull in.
guy looks at me for a few seconds, and this large construction worker
who saw this whole situation evolve grabbed this kid and pinned him
against the wall.
Construction worker, "What the **** is wrong with you? This guy is in a cast for Pete's sake!"
Jerk: "Get off me! He tried to knock me down, and now I'm gonna kill him. C'mon cane boy! C'mon!"
I stood there still in my stance boggled at this idiot. A nearby police officer showed up and asked what was going on.
Jerk: "This ******** bumped me and wants to fight me. I'm gonna kick his ***."
(smiling): "You mean to tell me this gentleman with a cane and full leg
cast tried to knock you over and fight you? Get walking pal before we
have a serious situation here."
jerk walked the other way throwing hilarious obscenities at me and
threatened to "find me and break my other leg". The cop stayed with me
until he was out of site and asked if I was fine. I laughed, said thank
you and hopped on the bus which as if by fate had just rolled up to take
even from missing months of practice, and being injured and in a leg
cast, my mind and body relied on what I've learned to defend myself. And
for that, I thank you Master Carolyn.
all is well on your end, please send my regards to the rest of the
class, and I will certainly be back once I'm back on both my feet.
All my best,
I've told the story to asked the same question, "Weren't you afraid?" I
honestly could say that I wasn't and actually was hoping the poor idiot
would try and combat me further, because I was confident I would have
left him writhing on the ground with bits of my cane .... :-)