Way, way back in the day–when yours truly was 17 years of age–he fell out of a running bus on his right wrist, and pretty much made a royal mess of the wrist–a decidedly “non-Gorilla grip” wrist at that point I’d say.

Though the wrist didn’t hurt that bad at the time, and though I was going to treat it at home myself, I could barely move it in a clockwise and other manner–and long story short, I ended up going to a doctor who put it in a cast.

Probably the right thing to do, and ’twas my right wrist–which has always been a weak suit for me.

A few weeks later, I remember having to go an examination in another town, and my father was the one that took me there.

We had to stay in a hotel on the way, and all of a sudden, we met up with this one guy–this guy about six feet two inches in height, and a tennis player at that.

And as we shook hands, I made it very clear that I had an injured right wrist–but he seemed not to listen, and he gripped my hand with his own “vice” like grip (tennis players have great grips!). The pain I felt was beyond comparison.

But the worst part wasn’t that–the worst part was the look in the eye–a look that he gave me unknowingly–a look that spoke volumes.

A look of “you’re a weakling”–something I’d heard ad infintium growing up.

Something that I’m sure would resonate with the great Charles Atlas if he was alive today.

You’ve heard of Atlas, I’m sure? The guy who used to routinely get sand kicked in his face at the beach–who was to become one of the very best proportioned men in the entire world down the line.

It was at that point (and perhaps also when the doctor who strapped my wrist gave me a “sorry” sort of look which spoke volumes as well) that I decided I’d get the strongest grip I could get.

That I’d work my grip with a passion–and today, bonafide gym monsters and “gorillas” in their own right shy away from shaking hands with me–and not because I intentionally try and crush hands either!

As Vincent, a wrecking machine of a man if there ever was a one, a six foot one inch mountain of pure muscle and an ex Marine noted last year, "I’ve never met anyone that gripped my hand naturally with a kung fu like grip like you do!"

And so, is it any wonder that despite not a lot of promos, the two Gorilla Grip courses are the ones that sell the very best for me?

Is it any wonder that I constantly get remarks about my grip–and how strong it is–and other related comments?

Now note this. If I had told folks of my goals back then at that point–they’d have literally laughed in my face.

I’d have got sand kicked in my face–figuratively speaking–and then some....

And now? Well, now it’s the exact opposite–and this truly is a case of what Napoleon Hill famously once said: "Tell the world what you’re going to do–but show’em first!

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