I can't find the words to say that express my grief at this loss, and that makes me feel so selfish. In his absence  I know he wishes everyone the strength of all the elements to which he has returned. I attach this power point file "Alive" so you can download and watch, be inspired and appreciate not just Curtis but your life and let all the elements give you the strength you need when it counts. ALIVE - CLICK HERE

Curtis with his family, Shelly, Curtis, Errol & Linval

Curtis with Silvio Simac

Curtis with his Dad and Bill  "Superfoot" Wallace

" Hope is like a bird that senses the dawn and carefully starts to sing while it is still dark.”

Jenni Lauren.

Although i didn't know Curtis, i can see from the photo's on the email that he touched a good many people. Let the love for him never die, always keep him in you hearts and he will live on forever. He hasn't gone he is just somewhere else. May the pain be eased by all the people that are sending you good wishes and kind thoughts.
 

 

Curtis

"My heart goes out to Curtis's family and all who love him, especially his immediate family.  His extended family is the Martial Arts Family....that huge worldwide network of people who share the same love of Martial Arts and respect for all it inspires in body, mind and spirit and I am proud that Curtis was part of that.  His spirit always will be."

Curtis at The Action Martial Arts Weekend with the UK Delegation

As always a life lost is very sad ....................but ...............they say ................IN EVERY LIGHT , THERE SHINES A COLOUR , AND IN EVERY STONE THERE SLEEPS A CRYSTAL ............and Curtis was an OBVIOUS 'BRIGHT SLEEPING  CRYSTAL  , ......................awaiting to fulfil his destiny ............IF YOU BELIEVE , AND EVEN IF YOU DON'T , THERE'S A UNIVERSAL JUSTICE , AND THE EYES OF TRUTH ARE ALWAYS YOU ................................. MAY HE SLUMBER IN PEACE , IN THE ARMS OF THE BEHOLDER , JESUS CHRIST. deepest sorrow ....

Curtis with the UK Team in Times Square NYC

Curtis with Limo and Family in Atlantic City USA

Kingsley Morgan

Many will be remembering the life, tragically foreshortened, of someone who by all accounts tested his potential and worked to exploit his talents. As such, he should be beacon guiding other young people to follow his brave example.

Curtis with Linval in the back of the Limo

Curtis with the UK Team and NYPD

Curtis & Family with Karen Sheperd

Curtis with his family and Cynthia Rothrock

What an amazing Child.
My heart goes out to his parents and friends who knew him well and i am sure that they take great comfort knowing that that  he belonged to a huge family, of 'Martial artists' regardless of which type they take up.
I will certainly use his name in class.
 

In memory of all the young warriors and inspired by, Curtis Williams - Written by; Sha Poe Ryu

10/22/2007 International Combat / Sha Soo Doo Jitsu Ryu / American Temple Training Union

An old warrior received word one day that a young warrior had fell, the old warrior kneeled down to pray and the spirit pressed upon him and caused a great vision to come before him concerning young warriors who had passed from life to death into life again.

In the spirit the old warrior seen the families of the fallen and all of their agony and pain, the suffering of the mothers the hart of the fathers the emptiness of the brothers and sisters who remain. The old warrior’s eye filled with tears and the spirit pressed upon him again with a vision of the young warrior’s friends.

How they would miss them, some would remember the way they were and others for what they stood fore, while others would forget until something would happen that reminded them of the young warriors their once dear friends. The old warrior shouted in his spirit is this all these young warriors leave is sadness and faint memories. The spirit pressed upon the old warrior again and he seen another vision full of anguish, suffering and pain.

The vision showed how the good intentions of all those who wanted to help in the fight in which the young warriors passed from life, made promises and pledges to raise the banner high and enter into the battle to save life and as soon as they fought one small skirmish or seen the magnitude of the battlefield they took flight. The few that stood their ground were overwhelmed “but” they continued to fight the good fight, compelling their family, friends and neighbors alike to help them in the battle to save life.

As the old warrior seen all these things his hart was filled with sorrow and pain and again he shouted in the spirit, is there no hope left in the world. The spirit pressed upon the old warrior again and he seen the spirits of the young warriors proclaiming victory, the vision was so great the old warrior ask what does this mean.

They were all upon great stallions dressed for war; they each had on robes of white and sandals of peace, their loins were gritted with truth in which they did keep, they had breastplates of righteousness made from silver and gold and helmets of salvation that protected their soul and swords of valor that could not be described for the beauty of them as they hang by their sides and their voice was as one with their battle cry, let us go forth and protect those precious lives. The old warrior seen them passing by declaring victory with a fire in their eye, some were to fight against daises and others poverty while yet others proclaimed all manners of things. The old warrior rejoiced as they each passed by for the spirit had shown him the meaning of the young warriors lives.

As the old warrior opened his tear filled eyes he gave praise and glory to God on high for showing him that the battle would not be lost for the young warriors valiantly ride fighting the enemy from every side.