The Quintessential Chuck Norris Post

I could write a standard holiday/new year’s resolution blog post.  But, since my resolution this year is “WALK!!!” I figured it would be a short post.  In celebration of the new year I met with two of my doctors on January 2: my urologist and my rehabilitation doctors.  They both gave me identical feedback: no accidents = I’m doing good.  Looks like 2014 is starting off perfectly!

Instead of a new year’s post, I think I need to write about the single most important topic that every good blog talks about at least once: Chuck Norris.

When I was a kid, I was really into karate.  Like, really, really into karate.  So into karate that I dressed up as a karate student for Halloween 3 or 4 years in a row just so I could wear my uniform.  My dad, brother and I all went to the same studio.  I outranked them both.  That’s kind of my claim to fame.  I went to an amazing studio.  My doctors put certain restrictions on me, and my instructors followed those restrictions perfectly.  For example, my legs were pretty weak, so I wasn’t allowed to kick when sparring.  I still sparred other kids and they could kick.  So, to win, I had to become deadly with my upper body.  My most prized move was the ridge hand strike.  Someone would come in with a kick.  I would block the kick and use their forward motion to strike with the ridge hand.  Point. Game. Match.  I win.

My first big back surgery occurred when I was ten.  This was smack dab in the middle of my karate years.  My instructor came down to visit me the night before my surgery.  Of course he was there when they came in to give me my IV.  And I HATE needles.  So there I was facing a huge predicament for a young karate ninja kid: give in to the pain or suck it up.  I went with the latter.  My instructor offered to leave, but I told him to stay.  I needed to show him just how tough I was.  The nurse inserted the IV into my little hand, and I didn’t shed a tear (something I can’t say happens now when I get an IV).  I think he held my other hand, but that weakness is negated by the no tears thing.

When I got out of the hospital and was finally medically cleared to go back, my instructor took me back at karate classes.  At first I was on a walker and then crutches.  He modified the program for me and taught me how to protect myself with my crutches.  I was literally in a chair learning how to swing around my crutches defensively.  It probably looked ridiculous, but I was beyond stoked to be back in my element!  And, bad guys don’t discriminate based on disability, so it could have been useful.  If attacked, I could have protected my entire family with a couple swift slices of my crutches.

Here’s where Chuck Norris comes in to this story: one day I was told I had a phone call.  I can’t remember now if it was while I was in the hospital or while I was at my karate studio.  I blame facebook for not being in existence at that time, as I would have definitely made a post about it.  Living without Facebook is one of those things that modern kids can’t even fathom.  How did we communicate life events, relationship status or pictures of food back then?!  But I digress.  The point is, there was a phone call for 10 year old me.  I answered it.  The voice on the other end said “Hi, this is Chuck Norris.”  The rest of the conversation was a blurry memory because after you talk to Chuck Norris, he erases your memory so you can’t recall a thing about it.  There’s just a vague and hazy knowledge that you did actually speak.  Or, I can’t remember because of excitement, shock and disbelief.  All I recall is that he had heard of me from my instructor and he knew I was a huge fan and he wished me well.

As if the Chuck Norris phone call wasn’t enough, he then sent me a ton of things: signed copy of his autobiography, a poster from his show Walker, Texas Ranger, a cast & crew t-shirt from his show, and a bunch of other memorabilia which was displayed tastefully cluttered in my room.  I wasn’t the most organized of children.  To be fair, I’m also not the most organized of adults.  For years, I made it onto the Chuck Norris Christmas and Easter card lists.  He would send me cards and candy twice a year.  It was the highlight of my entire childhood!  In fact, it’s quite possibly the highlight of my adulthood.  Graduating law school was cool.  Marrying the most amazing guy?  Yeah, that was neat.  A box of Sees hard candies in a bunny box from Chuck Norris?  Best thing that has ever happened in my entire life.  Seriously.

Now, while I firmly believe that a phone call from Chuck Norris would wake my little legs up and cause me to walk again, I cling to the memories of how he helped me as a kid.  And I try to recreate it in little ways.  For example, in my therapies now, we have to tape my feet up so they don’t drag when I walk my 100 feet.  My physical therapist said she was going to buy Hello Kitty duct tape.  While they don’t make Chuck Norris duct tape (they should!!!) I did her one better:

ninja turtles

Ninja Turtle duct tape!!

So here’s to my memory of Chuck Norris and the channeling of my inner karate ninja.  I’m ready to kick 2014’s butt!

One thought on “The Quintessential Chuck Norris Post

  1. Reblogged this on You'll Soon Be Flying and commented:
    This post is from a dear childhood friend’s blog. I recall much of this time in her (our) lives, of course never knowing the full extent of what she was going through. I never knew about the Chuck Norris detail. Although, she is and always was when we were girls, a humble gal, so it doesn’t surprise me that she kept this little tid bit of being well loved by a famous person to herself! I was about to post my next entry about the topic of inspiration. So, I find it fitting to offer you her post as a prelude- she epitomizes inspiration in my book.

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