Hail to the Dinosaurs!
A thickly muscular middle-aged man is
sitting at home, reading the newspaper
while his wife and daughters bustle
about in the kitchen, putting the
finishing touches on the family
dinner.
There's a knock at the front door.
He puts down the paper, stands up, walks
to the door and opens it.
Half a dozen dirty-faced urchins, fresh
from a sand-lot softball game, stand in
the yard. One of his sons is with them.
"Please, dad -- could you show these
guys?"
He sighs mentally, but nods his head.
"Sure, son -- what is it this time?"
His son holds up a rusty, misshaped iron
bar about 12 inches long. The hard metal
is dented and scored, with flecks of paint
peeling off the end, as though someone
had used the bar to stir a can of house
paint.
"What is it?"
"Dunno, dad."
"Where'd you find it?"
"Over there -- by the ball field."
"Are you sure it doesn't belong to someone?"
Anxious nods from all the boys.
"We're sure, dad."
"Well, okay -- here, hand it over."
His son hands him the iron bar, and steps
back.
The boys crowd forward in anticipation.
The man squeezes the bar, taps it against
the railing on the porch, nods to himself --
and then closes his eyes.
He opens them a second later and begins
bending the bar.
For a long second nothing happens -- and then
his arms and shoulders bulge into huge knots,
his forearms writhe like pythons -- and the
bar bends to a 90 degree angle.
And the boys go crazy.
"He did it!"
"I told you so!"
"Wow. Did you see that?"
"Look at it!"
"He bent it into a horseshoe!"
"Bent it like it was nothing."
"He's stronger than Superman, even!"
"He really IS Mr. America!"
The man smiles at the boys, ruffles his son's
hair, and hands the twisted piece of metal
to him.
"Here you go. Get rid of this piece of junk before
your mother sees it."
The boy nods. The other boys still stare at the iron
bar with wide eyes. One of them shakes his head in
disbelief.
"John! Dinnertime!"
The man looks at his boy, remembering what it was
like to be his age. Softball was everything. And
there was always time for a few more innings.
"I'll ask your mother to keep your dinner warm,"
he says. "But don't stay out too late."
"Thanks, dad!"
The man turns, opens the door and steps back into
the house. The door closes behind him.
The boys head back to the ball-park -- but once
they're out of sight, they stop under a thick
tree for a quick pow-wow.
The man's son holds out his hand.
"Pay up," he says. "I told you my dad could do it!"
NOTE:
That's a true story in the life of John Grimek --
and it gives you a good idea of the quiet
strength and enormous confidence of one of history's
strongest men -- and one of the Iron Game's
greatest champions.
As always, thanks for reading, and have a great
day. if you train today, make it a good one.
Yours in strength,
Brooks Kubik
P.S. I'm putting the final touches on my new course
covering the life, lifting and training of John
Grimek. The pre-publication special is almost over,
and we'll be shipping the little monster very
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so if you've been waiting, get off the fence
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P.S. 2. Postal rates are sky-high, but you can
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If you already reserved a copy of the John
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P.S. 3. If you missed the link to upcoming audio
seminar on Dinosaur training, here it is:
http://www.entheosacademy.com/courses/Dinosaur-Training
P.S. 4. Thought for the Day: "Work to build all-
around strength and all-around development."
-- Brooks Kubik
