When I was a kid my dad and I watched bloodsport when I was about 6 or 7 years old, and I thought that it was pretty cool and my dad told me all about Jean-Claude and his early career as a martial artist and not just a top competitor, but he was the best. A champion. Ever since then I had wore the head band, stretched my legs and tried to emulate the chair split and I never was able to do it, so I tried and I tried and tried, but I failed. Years go by and I get to high school. Teachers suck, kids suck, drama sucks, life sucks. I noticed I grew tired, angry, distant and mostly just depressed. My cousins went off to war and never came back, and of course it killed me inside. Things started to turn bad and I turned to a different crowd. I started doing drugs that were not too bad, I mean just weed, so really not a big deal. But as I progressed through high school I grew tired of living, tired of just going through it all everyday. I thought for a while that killing myself was a good idea. Then one day, I was going through my closet and saw a poster of this picture. For the past 2 months I have not thought about harming myself in any way. I will forever be in debt to Van Damme. He is my hero and I’ve always wanted to be just like him since I was a kid. One day, I will do this split I swear it. Thank you Jean, thank you ever so much.
I tried to scroll over this..
we all tried…
its impossible to scroll over this
i watched this so many times before i pressed reblog