Chris Leben

What a fight what a night

Five rounds of mayhem this fight was incredible. I love my job.

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Where’s my daytime boxers, and Kick Boxer at schedules changed a little bit. I’m now doing mornings Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday boxing at nine kickboxing at 10. I’m doing the fight team at four Monday Tuesday Wednesday and I’ve got kids boxing on Monday and Thursday nighttime classes and jujutsu classes are all still the same check out the full schedule on the website. Www.thetrainingcentersd.com

I'm taking a poll. Thinking about starting a kids wrestling program for ages 6 and up. Our kids boxing on Mondays and Thursdays has really taken off. Not Jujitsu, straight Wrestling. Anybody have any interest? Please comment below or shoot me a DM if I can get five or six kids, we can give it a shot once baseball season is over

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The 12% Miracle
I just saw this video of Elon Musk talking about how most people put on ventilators didn’t make it. It hit home because, during the height of everything, I was one of them.
It was 12:15 AM when they told me they were putting me under. I had a 12% ejection fraction. My heart was barely flickering. I was in full-blown ARDS, my liver was failing, and my kidneys had shut down. Four-organ failure.
The doctors don’t usually tell you flat out that you’re going to die, but I asked mine anyway. His only response? “I’m cautiously optimistic.” They gave me a few minutes to say goodbye. I sent the same text to the people closest to me: “I’m going on the respirator. I love you.🤞” Then, the world went black.
Three days later, I did the one thing nobody expected: I woke up.
But that night, something happened that I can’t explain away with science. I remember floating above my own body, looking down at “Chris” on that bed. I saw the nurse walk in and gasp, “Oh no, Chris.” Then I saw them pull the sheet over my head.
I was terrified. I had always been into Buddhism, and my first panicked thought was, “I don’t want to be reincarnated as a water buffalo.” Then I thought, “I’m not going down that hallway. I’m not becoming a ghost in this hospital.”
Finally, I did something I had never done in my life. I prayed. It was a selfish, desperate prayer: “Jesus, please... I want to go to the same Heaven as my friends.”
The second those words left my spirit, I was back. I snapped into my body, turned my head, and saw the alarms screaming and a sea of doctors and nurses diving into action. I passed out again, but this time, I knew. I knew I was going to live.
Before that night, I’d been in a church three times in my life. Now? I’m there every Sunday. I don’t care about the debates or the fine print. I don’t need to dissect the theology. All I know is that when I called out to Him, He answered. The odds said I was a dead man. God said He had more plans for my life.
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