a gift
I got a gift last year from a well respected fighter. I accepted the gift at the time without a real appreciation of what it meant. It was an old Hong Kong style braided sash used to hold the fat in your gut together while you trained. It just happens to be black. it was a formal acceptance in the Hak Yeung Pai. An honour I wasn't really ready for at the time. it's different now. I have my bridge hand. I'm encouraged.