I started my martial arts training in the mid-1990s officially in San Antonio TX.  Then in 1998 moved to Atlanta, GA.  I took a break as I couldn't find an instructor that I was either satisfied with or real life just simply got in the way.  Funny how that works out like that.  Time wore on and I was afraid I was losing my skills as I practiced alone but never really had the true training environment.  I dabbled in other arts but never really was satisfied until early 2008 I stumbled upon an instructor by accident and he allowed me to continue training where I left off.  I was worried about forgetting alot of what I was taught though and he let me keep my belt provisionally,  provided I could prove to him that I earned it - I guess I did, thank god for muscle memory!

It's just like riding a bike and just as I remembered this has been such an enlightening journey.  I've met really quite some fascinating people along the way, I hope it never ends!