Once upon a time there lived a little boy around the age of twelve. Now one thing you should know about him is that he was involved in a car accident just a couple of years earlier. This accident resulted in him having to amputate his left arm. However, the boys spirit was not lost and was a great spirit as most boys spirits' are, resulting in a desire for the boy to learn Judo.
So the boy began to look for a sensei (master), but this was a harder task than it seemed. For who would want to adopt the little one armed boy as a student? For although the boy lacked his left arm, he was also smaller and thinner than most others. Not very impressive at all I would say.
After weeks of searching, the boy finally found a sensei who was willing to teach him judo. As the classes began, the sensei took him aside from the rest of the students, and, as if discriminating against him, told the boy to stand off by the side and wait. Once the class got into their practice routine, the sensei finally approached the anxious boy.
"Why does everyone get to do all sorts of activities while I am stuck here in the corner?" the boy asked the sensei. He replied: "there is only one move I am going to teach you, practice it well". For the next couple months while all the students engaged in their judo training, the boy practiced that one move. At times it seemed monotonous and at other times unfair. But despite the thoughts that went into his head, the boy continued, with practice and perseverance, in order to perfect this one move.
Then, one day, the sensei approached the boy and said: "I have enrolled you into a Judo tournament". Needless to say, the boy was shocked. And the day of the tournament arrived.
Round 1: Nervous and shaking the boy entered the ring. The opponent, although not impressive looking, had tons of experience under his belt, while the boy had none. The opponent charged, and the boy, using that one move, pinned him down and won the match.
Round 2: This time, his opponent was a lot bigger. With muscles the size of the Eiffel tower, he rushed towards the boy. Again, the boy, although fearful, performed his one move on his opponent, and won.
These easy victories continued on and on again until the boy reached the finals. Throughout, the boy was wondering, "how could these victories be so easy? All I know is one move while others have a lot more experience and a lot more tactics!"
Final Round: His opponent was as tall as a seven and a half foot tree, with muscles the size of two Eiffel towers. As the match began, the frail little boy stood his ground. How could he ever win against such a monstrosity? Their feet shuffled back and forth. Many times his opponent would get him into a hold, but the boy was barely able to get out of it. Hopelessly one-sided, the audience all wondered how the boy got to the finals. Then, with a final blow, the opponent ran towards him, with his arms grasping out in ferocity. But the boy, with his one move, was barely able to grab him, and pin him down for the victory. The crowd went wild, and in disbelief the audience roared. How could this boy who was missing his left arm possibly win?
On the way back to the dojo, the boy could not resist, and finally humbly asked his sensei. "Sensei, I only knew one move. How did I win?".
The sensei replied: "There are two reasons you won.
The first is that the move that I taught you is the most advanced move there is in Judo.
Secondly, the only known defense against it is to grab your opponents left arm".
