...Just, Ukemi all over the darn place. It wasn’t by choice, but falling quickly became my second favorite past time. My first was providing unsolicited sarcasm laced commentary. Anyways, back to my point. Every fall was different. Some had me facing the sky, while others had me involuntarily breathing in dirt. For me, it wasn’t about not falling. I knew I would fall again, I had a natural inclination for it. It was about learning how to take the hit. So when I got knocked down, the getting up would be a little less painful. I was, one might argue, a Jedi Master of falling. The result of an incalculable number of scrapes...