Awesome story.... I have a story involving my little sister. I used to always want a training partner but seeing as how i didn't know any MA practicioner who was my friend i used to get my little sister to practice with me. I basically taught her how to defend herself against people by play sparring with her. It taught me alot about human reactions and she picked up a couple of neat tricks. Anyway this went on for a couple of years really. Very informal training; i sometimes feel sorry for putting my little sister through such harsh training in order ot keep up par with me....
Anyway eventually she started growing up more and more and the training lessened until we only practiced lie one every month or so. Anyway one day she was in Middle School... i beieve she was in 6th grade. Anywho i was a freshman in high school then and junk. Anyway when i came home i had heard that my little sister had almost gotten sexually harrassed. My sister explained that three guys (two 6th graders and a 7th grader) were hassling her.... You know how it is with girls and boys developing and such... extreme hormones and perverted actions. Anyway this guy seemed to have a reputation for touching girls in places he shouldn't have. So one day he decided to pick on my sister... this guy had two other 6th grade friends grab her by each arm so the guy can touch her breasts.. Anyway something inside my little sister snapped and she (yelled, Kiaiied she doesn't remember) and yanked her arm off one guy and elbowed him in the solar plexus. The guy backed off and the other guy who was holding her let go our of fear. She then turned to the guy in front who was approaching her and parried the hand that was coming at her and punched and slapped the guy... she ended by kneeing him in the groin. Then she bolted to the nearest girl's bathroom to cry. She later learned that she had some change on her pants pocket that was on her knee. Then she heard that the guy had to be taken by ambulance because his nards were bleeding and they had to put a splint there.
Anyway afterwards they asked the guy to tell them who had beaten him up in the worst way and him not wanting to be looked bad made up some fictious girl who was taller than he was and had spiked hair and all of this other bullplop. My sister was still a bit shaken but she had some pride that she was able to defend herself. I had pride in myself for having taught her the basic things she needed to know to defend herself. We still practice from time to time but i am always encouraging her to find an actual dojo and train there rather than learning from me. I mdae her try TKD but she didnt like it but she finally decided on Aikido... now we need the money for it.
Anyway every time i remember this story i get a warm fuzzy feeling inside.