by Jim Moens
“...and become mentally strong as well.”
Wilson smiled and continued.
“So first things first. We bow to show respect to one another.”
Wilson put his hands to his thighs and bowed deeply. The class followed suit.
“He sure lives up to the hype,” Rebecca said.
“That he does,” Doug said as he watched the class begin.
Rebecca looked about, trying to get the lay of the land. Suddenly, she gave Doug’s hand a squeeze.
“Hey,” she said, “check this out.”
She pointed towards the west wall of the school. There hung a portrait of Megan, an 8x10 print of her senior yearbook picture. Below that, in the same frame, was a black belt tied as if it was being worn, along with the words “Megan Victoria Schmidt. 1981-2001. Warrior Forever.”
Doug sighed. “Warrior forever. I guess that’s the new Meganism.”
Doug stared at the picture. He imagined that it was actually Megan, watching over her niece.
Warrior forever, indeed.
THE END