A participant in a Wen-Do class told us this story:
When I was a teenager in El Salvador, I came home to find that my dad – who worked in the military – had lined up my mom and two sisters in chairs and was pointing the gun at them. As I entered the room and saw what was happening, I lunged at his outstretched arms. At the same time I yelled to my mom and sisters to run away. I brought my two arms down over his arms. As my dad’s arms and gun came down, I heard three shots- Bam! Bam! Bam! He fired into the ground at his feet and we all got away.
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