Lyndhurst Jiu Jitsu Team excels at NJBJJF Championships

Lyndhurst Jiu Jitsu Team excels at NJBJJF Championships

Great job by the Savarese BJJ Competition Team yesterday at the NJBJJF tournament. The Lyndhurst Jiu Jitsu Team excels at NJBJJF Championships. 14 of the 16 competitors had never competed before and overall, we had a good day.  Led by Sammy Hansali (pictured), some won gold, some lost first match but most importantly everyone is better today because they tested themselves. Proud of all your efforts. Thanks to everyone who came out to support their teammates and great job to our affiliate Procel Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, who competed in their 1st tourn as a team yesterday and did great! The team wound up taking 3rd place in the team standings even with all the new faces, a major accomplishment. Back to the lab today.

Competitor results

Steve McNicholas-Gold

Jessica Sessio-Gold

Sammy Hansali-Silver

Krysta Astengo-Silver

Orlando Rodriguez-Silver

Edguardo Sosa-Bronze

A lesson in patience

A lesson in patience

A sweet lesson on patience.
A NYC Taxi driver wrote:
I arrived at the address and honked the horn. After waiting a few minutes I honked again. Since this was going to be my last ride of my shift I thought about just driving away, but instead I put the car in park and walked up to the door and knocked.. ‘Just a minute’, answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor.
After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 90’s stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940’s movie.
By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets.
There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard box filled with photos and glassware.
‘Would you carry my bag out to the car?’ she said. I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman.
She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb.
She kept thanking me for my kindness. ‘It’s nothing’, I told her.. ‘I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother to be treated.’
‘Oh, you’re such a good boy, she said. When we got in the cab, she gave me an address and then asked, ‘Could you drive through downtown?’
‘It’s not the shortest way,’ I answered quickly..
‘Oh, I don’t mind,’ she said. ‘I’m in no hurry. I’m on my way to a hospice.
I looked in the rear-view mirror. Her eyes were glistening. ‘I don’t have any family left,’ she continued in a soft voice..’The doctor says I don’t have very long.’ I quietly reached over and shut off the meter.
‘What route would you like me to take?’ I asked.
For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator.
We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl.
Sometimes she’d ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing.
As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, ‘I’m tired. Let’s go now’. We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico.
Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move. They must have been expecting her.
I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair.
‘How much do I owe you?’ She asked, reaching into her purse.
‘Nothing,’ I said
‘You have to make a living,’ she answered.
‘There are other passengers,’ I responded.
Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug. She held onto me tightly.
‘You gave an old woman a little moment of joy,’ she said. ‘Thank you.’
I squeezed her hand, and then walked into the dim morning light.. Behind me, a door shut. It was the sound of the closing of a life..
I didn’t pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly lost in thought. For the rest of that day, I could hardly talk. What if that woman had gotten an angry driver, or one who was impatient to end his shift? What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away?
On a quick review, I don’t think that I have done anything more important in my life.
We’re conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments.
But great moments often catch us unaware-beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one.

Bellator Champion shares story

Bellator Champion shares story

Bellator Champion Rafael Lovato shares story this story:

See It – Believe It – Achieve It

I put that picture in my training bag the day I signed to @bellatormma. I saw it everyday for 2.5yrs. Before every workout or training session, I imagined myself wearing that belt. I could feel it getting tied around my waist as I heard the words “And New…” I would get overwhelmed with emotions just thinking about it. That was my fuel to give my best everyday. I saw my dream & showed it that I had the courage & determination to earn it. #LastRoundBestRound

Nail in the Fence story

Nail in the Fence story

There once was a little boy who had a bad temper. His father gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper, he must hammer a nail into the back of the fence.
The first day the boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. Over the next few weeks, as he learned to control his anger, the number of nails hammered daily gradually dwindled down. He discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence.
Finally the day came when the boy didn’t lose his temper at all. He told his father about it and the father suggested that the boy now pull out one nail for each day that he was able to hold his temper. The days passed and the young boy was finally able to tell his father that all the nails were gone.
The father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence. He said, “You have done well, my son, but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same. When you say things in anger, they leave a scar just like this one. You can put a knife in a man and draw it out. It won’t matter how many times you say I’m sorry, the wound is still there.”
The little boy then understood how powerful his words were. He looked up at his father and said “I hope you can forgive me father for the holes I put in you.”
“Of course I can,” said the father.
It’s not always anger, it is your actions in general. There are no “fresh starts” in life. There is no new beginning. Forgiveness comes easy for many people but the scars of the past, they never go away. Watch what you do today, because sometimes the price isn’t worth the reward.

Women power at Lyndhurst Jiu-Jitsu school!

Women power at Lyndhurst Jiu-Jitsu school!

Women power at Lyndhurst Jiu-Jitsu school! Our ladies at Savarese BJJ are crushing it lately! Congrats to our 4 awesome White Belt ladies that tested and passed tonight!

Lucy Perez 1st Stripe

Jess Sesio 3rd Stripe
Krsyta Astengo 1st Stripe
Ashley Erla 2nd Stripe and now in Advanced Class. #savaresebjj #womenempowerment #womensselfdefense #lyndhurst 

 

Savarese BJJ changes lives

Savarese BJJ changes lives

The calm before the storm. To this day, I still take a look at our mats when i get in every morning. The knowledge passed on these mats every day (self defense, thoughts, experiences and life skills) have changed the lives of so many, even if they didn’t realize it at the time. I even see and read posts on here from kids or students who moved away still using the teachings of our Academy in their every day lives. It has been a blessing, even through the ups and downs. Thank you to all who have been on this journey w me and special thanks to David Adiv, because this Academy would not exist without his push many years ago.

Savarese BJJ student proves age is just a number

Savarese BJJ student proves age is just a number

Savarese BJJ student proves age is just a number as Domi Timonera erans bluebelt! “You are only as old as you feel”. Today was such a great day at Savarese Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu. Domi Timonera aka “Pops” was promoted to bluebelt. Pops didn’t start BJJ until he was 69 years old. He started Jiu-Jitsu to get in better health to take care of his family. He gives his best EVERY SINGLE DAY and improves a little every day. He has used our program to lose weight, get in better shape and learn how to defend himself while wearing a big smile every day. I am teaching BJJ for almost 20 years and have never heard a roar in the training room as when I promoted Pops tonight. He is loved by everyone and our Academy is lucky to have him, his attitude make us all better. Oss

Ways to control stress

Ways to control stress:

Engage in a hobby
Use relaxation techniques (image, breathing techniques, etc.)
Lighten your workload or schedule (whether it be socially, athletically, or academically)
Exercise regularly

Savarese BJJ’s Zeppetelli wins award

Savarese BJJ’s Zeppetelli wins award

 

Wooooo! Congrats to Savarese BJJ’s Zeppetelli wins award! Hige congrats to Kayla Zeppetelli on winning Wrestler of the Week! We are sooo very proud of you for your hard work and dedication Good luck Saturday in the States!

Savarese BJJ’s Zeppetelli wins Regions

Savarese BJJ’s Zeppetelli wins Regions

Savarese BJJ's Zeppetelli wins Regions

Savarese BJJ’s Zeppetelli wins Regions

Savarese BJJ's Zeppetelli wins Regions

Congrats to Savarese BJJs Kayla Zeppetelli of Ridgefield Park on winning the 151-pound NJSIAA/Rothman Orthopaedics North Region Girls Wrestling Tournament today, winning all her matches by pin and qualifying for the State Tourney. Also big congrats to her sister Theresa Zeppetelli on also qualifying for the State tournament Let’s Go!!!!!!!!