Sometimes you can sense greatness in a firm handshake. Case in point: Yesterday Natalie's behavior therapist, Leah, visisted our house for the first time. Leah, a petite woman, shook my hand and the power, that of a 300 pound football player, sounded alarm bells. I said, "Nice handshake." Over the next hour or so, Leah worked with Natalie and then it was time for me to go to work. I said goodbye and thanked Leah for her help before shaking her hand again. Once again, this jolt of superhuman power surged through my hand. I said, "Do you workout?"
Leah said, "It's genetic. My brother is one of the top MMA fighters in the world, Ken Shamrock."
I told my brother-in-law, Daniel, upon which he said on facebook, and I paraphrase, "Dude, Ken Shamrock's siter is going to turn Natalie into an utlimate fighter!"
Daniel, this is no lie: Soon after Leah left, Natalie got into her Viking outfit and started doing fighting poses.
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