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From "Reaching God's Perfection...Stories of Gratefulness"

The Grappler:

    "In my third Grappling Tournament ever on August 1, 2009, my coach Phil Dunlap and I signed me up for multiple divisions, levels and weight classes. This tournament was called "The Battle At The Beach", a NAGA event.
    At the time there were women's divisions, yet no one was near my weight class in the women's divisions. We were trying to get me as many matches as possible to see what I could handle, and where I was at. I'd pretty much been training with all men who were 130-280 pounds in Phil's Fight Gym. I fattened up to 106 pounds that morning before weighing in. I was a Novice, I started in late February 2009 learning ground work for the first time. I'd never boxed. My wrestling experience was that I had a Native American friend, Joanne Yelloweyes, who gave me three  hours of her time one week when she was in from college. I was sixteen (Dec. 1978).
    Joanne was willing to teach me boys wrestling and self-defense she'd learned at Rutgers. My other experience was my husband Norman gave me a chance to do Budokai Karate and I took a few lessons in the summer of 1985."

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