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Coby Parmenter


Last Updated: 11/18/2009

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Wednesday, February 18, 2009 


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We need to back this plan in order to survive.

I found this video and some information about the bailout. Please read and or watch this video.

Wednesday, January 10, 2007 

The sport of MMA and judo have literally saved my life. All I can say is that I am blessed to have had the experience of doing what I love to do. I grew up in Eugene Oregon as a self proclaimed hell on wheels. As a young boy growing up in the Northwest I grew accustomed to riding my bicycle up and down the hill's of ..:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" />West Eugene. One spring I was riding with some friends and was dared to race down a hill. So I took the bet and did just that. Riding a bike with coaster brakes my chain came disengaged and I lost my ability to stop. I ran right into an intersection and was struck by a car. The damage that I received was severe. I crushed the entire left side of my face and wiped my nose completely off of my face. I also crushed the back pallet of my scull. I was rushed to Sacred Heart Hospital where my family was informed of my situation. My mother and sister were told that I may not make it out. If I do that I will  most likely be mentally handicapped.

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After 16 hours of surgery and later two weeks of a coma I seemed to make it through ok. My family was told that if I ever receive another concussion or have a severe break in my nose that I could die. A few years later and after growing up being an avid martial arts fan I started Judo. Since you cant punch or kick this is supposed to be a gentle art. This art is what planted the seed for me to be a MMA fighter. Twenty years later, I finally started to train for what I have always dreamed of being, a fighter. I have broken my nose, been hit in the head with everything but a kitchen sink and can still speak in full sentences let alone have a good strong pulse.

 

It is from this sport alone to what I can give my thanks. The people who participate in it are among some of the finest human beings on the planet. It takes a very special person to be able to endure what we do. Through this great character is gained, I normally surround my self with like minded people and those people are most always fighters. Right now I have nothing but time on my hands due to an injury. I blew my knee out in my last fight " I still finished the fight" but won or lost on a draw. However you want to look at it. It still sucks. People ask if I will fight again. I just tell them that I cant wait. I dont see myself stopping anytime soon. I am just happy to be able to participate in this great sport. I am also blessed to be able to teach a small class, so at the very least if I cant fight I can pass on the lessons to someone else.

 

 

 

Coby P.

Monday, March 06, 2006 

Fill the palm of your hand with a little water
and hold it. "You see this water contained in
the hand? It symbolizes Love." This is how to
see it "As long as you keep your hand Caringly
open and Allow it to remain there, it will
always be there. However, if you attempt to
close your fingers around it and try to posses
it, it will spill through the first cracks it
finds. This is the greatest mistake that people
do when they meet love... They try to posses it,
they demand, they expect... And just like the
water spilling out of your hand, Love will slip
away from you. For love is meant to be free, you
can not change it's nature. If there are people
you love, allow them to be free beings. Give and
don't expect. Advise, but don't order. Ask, but
never demand. It might sound simple, but it is a
lesson that may take a lifetime to truly
practice. It is the secret to true love. To
truly practice it, you must sincerely feel no
expectations from those who you love, And yet an
unconditional caring. "Passing through Life is
not measured by the number of breaths we take
but by the moments that take our breath away."

These are not my own words but they ring true.

Currently listening:
Diary of a Mad Band
By Jodeci
Release date: 21 December, 1993