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This video shows how these kids learn Self-Defense. It also shows how to use Self-Defense and when to use it. And it also show other soulutions on how to solve a conflict. It also Shows what Self-Defense is for and why they use it. And to compare this to The Outsiders Ponyboy tryed to fight back against the socs. The reason why he did this is because the socs were trying to drowned Ponyboy.

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In this article novelists start working out so that can use Self-Defense. So that they can protect themselves for danger or other things. ecuase there is this match called Krav maga were there are no rules. They can poke your eyes and trick you do any thing they want. it is like yoga but it helps you learn how to defend yourself.

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My lessons in krav maga - a self-defense system - started with workouts that left me gasping for breath, including a nearly endless number of push-ups and burpees. Whenever I was about to give up, my instructor, Serge, would say, "Don't give up, you do it!" He was clearly a man who wouldn't take no for an answer, and I didn't want to disappoint him.

I didn't feel like admitting that I was the type of man who hadn't practiced a sport for the last 20 years. These exercises summoned up an unparalleled array of self-loathing: Is this me, this lump of flesh, muscle and bone that keeps coming back for more, even though it ought to know better?

My parents detested martial sports in the same way they detested mo-peds and motorcycles, because they considered them mortally dangerous for their offspring. And for a long time, I myself detested sports. Or to be more precise: For a long time, I considered life itself to be a sport. So why neglect a serious sport (life itself) in favor of a more frivolous one (like jogging)?

During childhood, I did take part in such less-serious sports; my mother felt that some physical activity was good for you. She picked tennis. I wanted to play soccer, but my parents were against that, too. My mother said that playing soccer was synonymous with having your legs kicked out from under you. My parents objected to any sport in which one could, or indeed had to, touch others, which is why martial sports were anathema to them.

During a judo match, one of their Jewish friends had once been thrown, landed badly and died on the spot. My parents were convinced that it was an act of anti-Semitism; someone at the judo club had intentionally tossed him to his death. Sports and anti-Semitism, they felt, had much in common, as though anti-Semitism were a nefarious form of athletics.

At 15, I quit tennis and never took part in sports again, until the fall of 2015, when I started taking krav maga lessons. Krav maga can't really be called a sport, though. There is neither a ball nor a puck involved; it's done without a referee; it's impossible to become a krav maga world champion; and unlike in other martial arts, aesthetics don't play a role.

It's a self-defense system without rules. Everything is allowed, nothing is forbidden. Its objective is simple: to emerge from a fight alive and to neutralize one's opponent as quickly and efficiently as possible. You do that by targeting those vulnerable spots that can't be strengthened by training: eyes, nose, crotch, chin, Adam's apple, etc.

The moves don't have special names. "Poke his eyes out," my instructor would say. Or: "Hammerfist him on his nose." Or: "Grab him by his balls." Needless to say, during training, you just acted as if you were poking somebody's eyes out. But I sometimes worried that the instructor would forget it was all role play.

I first heard about it in 2015, aboard the Long Island Rail Road from New York to Roslyn. I was with my girlfriend. After a man in our car overheard us speaking Dutch, he struck up a conversation. His parents were Dutch, and he told me that he taught krav maga in New York.

"You teach what?" I asked.

"Krav maga," he repeated.

To hear him tell it, krav maga was like a glorified form of yoga. It kept you limber like yoga and similarly helped with back pain, but it could also come in handy if you were attacked on the street or in a bar.

Later, my girlfriend said: "Maybe you should try this krav maga. Isn't it about time you started doing some kind of sport?"

Her comment stuck with me. She sounded as if I would be dying soon without krav maga. At that time, I was getting ready to write my novel "Birthmarks." I decided that my protagonist would practice krav maga. Simply because I didn't do sports didn't mean my characters couldn't either. And although I make it a rule never to take research too far, it soon became clear that I would profit from taking krav maga lessons.

Apparently, krav maga technique was developed in Bratislava, in what was then Czechoslovakia, in the 1930s, by a man named Imi Lichtenfeld. He hoped to use it to protect himself and others from fascist attacks. The moves were later perfected by the Israeli army. Today krav maga is practiced worldwide.

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Arnon Grunberg with Raz Chen, a krav maga trainer on the Upper West Side. Credit Hilary Swift for The New York Times

To get a better sense of what krav maga was about, I decided to take lessons from two different trainers in New York (unfortunately, I could not find the Dutch man from the train).

The first trainer, an American, was named Serge. He was missing a front tooth, and when he wasn't busy teaching krav maga, he did something in real estate. I got the feeling that he had probably once gone in for the occasional street fight or barroom brawl. During one of my first lessons, he said, "In a street fight, three seconds can mean all the difference between life and death."

His missing tooth occasionally reappeared in his mouth. He had a fake tooth, he explained, which he could insert whenever he happened to be in a fake-tooth mood.

During those early lessons, Serge also gave me boxing gloves and ordered me to hit the boxing ball with a passion, as if doing this was the last and only passion of my life. What emerged loud and clear from his exhortations was the language of the street fight, where two or three seconds meant all the difference between life and death.

Why was I doing this? As research for a novel, sure, but I kept at it long after the research for the novel could have come to an end. To call it pure masochism would have been simplistic, and it wasn't that I wanted so desperately to be prepared for a brawl: In my view, the human, like the horse, is a creature of flight.

If push ever came to shove, krav maga or not, the creature of flight in me would surface.

My unwillingness to leave well enough alone must have been based on something else. Soon I was training three times a week, running around the gym in shorts and a T-shirt, doing my burpees, emptying my mind.

I was reduced to that body I had seen till then as a Fremdkörper, or something alien to me. The workouts negated the smug supposition that my thinking was something other than physical. Krav maga was my punishment for the thought that I could renounce my body. And I won't deny it: I enjoyed that punishment. But isn't that the essence of sport, after all? That it's a punishment you've learned to enjoy?

The second trainer's name was Raz. He was a good deal younger than Serge, somewhere in his mid-20s, and he came from Israel, where he had been a military krav maga instructor. Raz, or so I thought at first, was more lenient than Serge; he concentrated more on technique, and so his training sessions seemed less strenuous.

That initial impression proved mistaken. Raz challenged me on occasion in a way that segued imperceptibly into harassment. He derived pleasure from sitting on top of me, or maybe he felt it was necessary for training purposes. Then he would concentrate on the hook. He would say things like: "The hook is very simple. Just act as if you are stirring a soup, you stir and you stir and then you punch."

I didn't dare to say that I never stirred soup, that I always ate out, but I worked on my hook with the same passion as I worked on my burpees; I stirred and stirred and then I punched. The difference between making a soup and a street fight appeared to be in details and context.

Raz said: "If you can avoid a fight, then you should avoid it. But if you can't, you must never hesitate."

His worldview - at least what I could gather from his guarded comments - seemed to be based on an all-encompassing paranoia. It boiled down to this: The world is a fundamentally unsafe place. Raz wasn't taken aback or angered by that, he simply felt you had to take it into account. You didn't have to be stronger than your opponent, only smarter and faster.

During my lessons with Raz, I realized that my parents, both Holocaust survivors - my mother survived the camps, my father survived in hiding - had always felt that the wisest thing was to remain invisible. A person who is invisible, after all, can't be attacked.

I had somehow become visible as an author. In fact, I had always wanted to become visible; to remain invisible seemed to me a dreadful life. And so I put myself in Raz's hands and needed to gird myself for battle.

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Sporting My lessons in krav maga - a self-defense system - started with workouts that left me gasping for breath, including a nearly endless number of push-ups and burpees. Whenever I was about to give up, my instructor, Serge, would say, "Don't give up, you do it!"

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Teens need to learn Self-Defense so that they can protect themselves. Some reasons why they need to learn Self-Defense is that is a girl gets jumped by a guy she needs to defend her self. Self-Defense is importent because it will help you survive a attack against you. Self-defense also helps you feel safer where ever you are like at school, home, and at the store.

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When Ponyboy and Johny were walking back to Ponyboys house after he ran away they got jumped by socs at the vacant lot. When they did the socs were drunk and they tried to drown Ponyboy. When Ponyboy woke up he saw Bob the soc dead Johny had killed him in Self-Defense and he did this to protect Ponyboy. The theme of this is Self-Defense is not a crime it is helping defend yourself from being hurt and Jonhy used Self-Defense so he might not get in so much trouble as he would if was murder.