Carry an Angel on Your Shoulder!

Hail to the Dinosaurs!

Two quick notes, and then let's talk about

1. My new John Grimek course ships on Monday.
Today is the last day to grab the pre-
publication bonuses -- so if you want the
course and bonuses, act now:

2. The March issue of the Dinosaur Files
newsletter will be mailed to subscribers on
Friday or early next week. It's a great issue,
with some killer articles, including a workout
of the month featuring heavy partials for
old-school strength and power. Good stuff!

On the training front . . .

Yesterday, I shared a story about Sig Klein
rescuing a woman from a burning building.

It's a dramatic story -- but in some respects,
it's not unique. Because somehow -- and I have
no idea how -- after you've built a fair amount
of strength and power, things happen to you.

The universe moves, and life flows forward --
and suddenly, unexpectedly, you need to use that
strength and power to help someone who needs help.

It happened to John Davis one day. The World and
Olympic weightlifting champion was working as a
mechanic in a garage in Brooklyn -- and a jack
broke -- and a 3,000 pound truck pinned a co-
worker beneath it.

Davis was there in a flash -- and all by himself,
lifted one end of the truck high enough that they
could pull the man to safety.

Other lifters have had similar things happen --
some as dramatic as Klein's rescue or Davis'
battle with the 3,000 pound truck -- and others
less dramatic, but no less important.

It's almost as if an angel rides on a weightlifter's
shoulder, steering his or her footsteps so they end
up in exactly the right place at exactly the right

This happened to me on Sunday.

Trudi and I were watching the three-year old grand-
daughters while their parents were shopping at the

We made lunch for them, let them work in the garden,
read to them, let them water the garden, played some
games, and let them do some drawing and painting.
Then they decided they wanted to go play in the
park -- so we took them to the park.

They played on the swings for awhile, and then one
of them played kickball with Trudi and the other
one decided to play on the jungle gym. I went over
to keep an eye on her. She's old enough to play on
it, but just barely, and sometimes she needs help.

Anyhow, she climbs up one side and slides down the
other -- and then runs over to the other side and
goes up -- and then down -- and she's running back
and forth and all over the place, and I'm following,
and keeping an eye on her.

I turn and wave to Trudi. She and the other one are
far off in the distance, kicking a red rubber ball.

The granddaughter climbs up again, and this time she
goes across a sort of mini-suspension bridge that
leads to another slide.

The footing is a bit tricky because the thing sways
back and forth.

There is a sort of wire mesh suspended from the
handrails, to keep the kids from falling off, but for
some reason it doesn't go all the way down. A bad

So she's walking across, and I'm standing close to
the bridge -- and suddenly another little girl comes
flying across the thing, running as fast as she can.

She's nimble as a deer, and twice as fast, and she
runs across and over to the slide, does a 180 and
starts to run back.

She's half way across when a big black horse-fly
buzzes right into her face. She jumps back in surprise,
falls on her back, bounces once, rolls over and falls
off the side of the bridge.

It's a five foot drop to hard ground below, and for
a three year old, that probably means a broken arm --
or worse if she lands on her neck or head.

But somehow, I happen to be in exactly the right place
at exactly the right time. And I've spent a lifetime
of heavy lifting, so catching a little person isn't
any problem at all.

I don't even have to move.

All I do is raise my left arm -- and she falls right
onto my upper arm and shoulder.

She looks at me with big brown eyes. She thinks she's
in trouble.

"I'm sorry!" she says.

"Don't worry, it's okay!"

I smile, and place her back on the bridge. She scrambles
to her feet and runs off.

And what might have been a tragedy -- wasn't.

That's the sort of thing that happens to weightlifters.
And that's why I say that we carry angels on our

And frankly, I'm glad that we do.

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. Remember, it's the last day of the pre-publication
special for the John Grimek course -- so if you've been
sitting on the fence, you need to move fast -- and
reserve your copy NOW:

P.S. 2. My other books and courses are right here:

P.S. 3. Thought for the Day: "Train like the devil, but
live with the angels." -- Brooks Kubik