I started Aikido like I have started most things in my life by accident. I was selling life insurance at the time, and probably was the world’s worst life insurance person. I had arrived early for an appointment in San Francisco near Van Ness and Turk Street, it was a great area to roam so I did. I walked into a bike store on Turk and was surprised to see the bikes shaking . I was told there was a dojo above the bike shop and so they were used to seeing the bikes move around. I instantly became more interested in the Aikido Dojo than I was in the bike store and so quickly walked up the steps to follow the sound of falling bodies. The Turk Street dojo was gorgeous; it had old fashioned windows completely surrounding the dojo. It had three separate mats and a feel like people had been training there forever. The guy teaching was an elegant thin man that was explaining to the class that he had taught them how to throw someone now he was going to teach them how to make their partner feel better. As it turned out he was a rolfer and mediator named Antonio Piazza. I had never heard of Aikido, had no interest in the martial arts at the time and so I joined instantly.