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EFY Ninja Dots of Death Award


This is a picture of me and my ninja Brother, Patrick (that is his Americanized name) after a long week of EFY counseling up in Tacoma, WA in 2007. That entire week, we enforced the curfew with our stealth, cunning and magnificent displays of authority.


Once everyone was tucked in for an hour or so, we would dress all in black and slink around the guys dorms listening at windows and under doors. I remember hiding motionless in a bush for more that a half and hour at a time. More than once we foiled plots of those wishing to escape their rooms. On the last night of the week, we recruited helpers to gather intel while we administered order and obedience among the more disorderly youth.

My favorite moment of ninjaing around was when we were stalking a multiple floor breakout and I cartwheeled across one end of a dorm hallway undetected while a group of would-be-hoodlums gathered at the other end. I jumped out at them with my crazy eyes and chased them down to the next floor where Patrick was waiting for them. (Just like Cattle.) The only problem with the plan was that the young men started screaming like girls as they ran, which woke up some innocent bystandards. One curious and drowsy fellow wandered out of his room in his PJs to see what the commotion was about and, in my adrenaline rush, I kept in character and nearly scared the poop right out of him. I was standing only 15 feet away from him in my authentic ninja garb. Without saying anything, I pointed at him threateningly and then gestured for him to get back in his room. Wide-eyed and quivering, he turned and stammered back in his bedroom locking the door behind him. To this day, I truly believe he thinks I was a real ninja.

For commitment and excellence, Patrick and I were awarded the Ninja Dots of Death award by the EFY Coordinators that week. As I recall, we were each given a box of candy Dots. But the honor was the much greater reward.

p.s. My Secret Ninja Name is Zushifukato Chikatotokushi, which transliterated means, Mr. Girly-San the Black Ninja.
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Comments

  1. Stefanie ElyseSun Apr 26, 06:14:00 PM MDT

    That was the funniest thing I've read in a MONTH! Way to go Bry! That EFY boy isn't the only one who truly believes that you're a ninja!

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  2. evieperkinsMon Apr 27, 07:30:00 AM MDT

    Wow, that's awesome! Well-done!

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  3. HeatherMon Apr 27, 07:49:00 AM MDT

    I believe you're a ninja too. Loved this post. So fun!

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