It was a warm summer afternoon about 2:30. I was in my office all by myself, working on my computer. My office at that time was downstairs across from the entrance to the studio. There used to be a half wall between my office and the entrance.

I remember sitting in my office this particular afternoon. The entrance door opened and I saw a woman entering the studio. I noticed the woman held the door for a second and shut it close. I assumed that she had a child with her since I could not see the other side of the half wall.

The woman started walking towards my office and yes, I was right, there was a small child following her.

I watched the woman and her child walking towards me and that was when I noticed the child was kind of strange. He bumped into the glass cabinet by the door and kept hitting the walls. "Oh, no!" I said to myself.

During the time the mother and the child got from the door to my office, I had the whole thing figured out. I knew the kid was a little brat and the mom wanted me to do miracles with him. I could picture the little wild child in the class causing problems and interrupting the class.

When they walked in the office, I was ready to wrap this one up really quick. The mom said hello politely and asked me if we teach children. I answered "Yes, of course we do. Is this your little son?" I asked while I reached over to give a high five to the little child. The mom cut me off quickly and said in a quiet voice: "Michael is blind and we were just wondering if there is any chance of him being able to take karate lessons."

I felt like I wanted to just shrink down and disappear. I felt so ashamed