What would you do if when you entered prison for the first time everyone thought you were weak without knowing that you could defeat them with one hand? When Tomás walked through the rusty doors of the Santa Cruz penitentiary, the air seemed heavier. His lowered gaze and slim body made him the perfect target. No one imagined that this silent man of contained movements, hid a past that few would dare to face.
Recently convicted for a street fight where he had ironically defended an old man from thieves. Tomás was sent to serve two years in prison for excessive use of force. He was not a criminal, but he had already learned that justice often favors the aggressor. Upon entering, it was not even 30 minutes before the rat, an inmate known for terrorizing new ones, noticed it.
Tall, muscular, with a scar across his face and a crooked smile. The rat approached with his group like a vulture smelling blood. Look at what they brought us. A toothpick with a monk’s face. Are you coming to pray or cry, rookie? The others laughed. Tomás did not answer, he just lowered his gaze and continued walking.
But that was enough to make the rat feel challenged. He pushed him against the wall and threw the first blow, not to hurt, but to mark territory. Tomás allowed himself to be beaten. It was not the time yet. But what no one knew was that this skinny, quiet man was no ordinary prisoner. In his youth he had been a martial arts instructor in the police and had trained with some of the best kungfu masters in the world.
And although he had sworn never to use his abilities again, he was about to break that promise. The following days were hell for Tomás. The rat and his group followed him around every corner of the prison, in the dining room, in the courtyard, even in the showers. His food was thrown on the floor, his soap was stolen, and sometimes he was forced to clean his cells as if he were a servant.
“Move, slave,” one of the thugs said as he threw a dirty tray at him. This is how they teach the weaklings in the church. Every insult, every push, every look of contempt was one more spark in a fire that Tomás tried to keep out, but inside it something began to creak. I knew I couldn’t take much longer without exploding, not out of pride, but out of dignity.
One night, while sweeping the hallway in front of the rat’s cell, one of the thug’s accomplices put his foot on him to trip him up. Thomas fell to his knees and all the prisoners around burst into laughter. The rat came over and spat near his face. Stay on the ground like the dog you are. But this time Thomas did not get up immediately.
He stood there taking a deep breath with clenched fists, feeling how every muscle in his body remembered his training. The silence of his mind contrasted with the bustle of mockery. That night, when he returned to his cell, his roommate, a tattooed old man who had been watching him in silence since his arrival, told him in a raspy voice, “I know who you are.
I saw you at a tournament years ago. Why are you putting up with all this?” Thomas stared at him. He didn’t answer, but a faint smile came across his face. Because what no one knew was that the lion does not respond to the barking of dogs, it just waits for the right moment to roar. O estopim bello numa tarde abafada, no patio de exerrcicios.
The inmates were free for an hour, enjoying the little sun that crossed the high walls of the prison. Tomás walked in silence as always, avoiding provoking. But the rat didn’t just want to humiliate him, he wanted to make an example of him. Flacucho grits rata, drawing everyone’s attention. Hi, this graduation day.
Let’s see if you know how to defend. Without warning, I advance direct punch. Thomas dodged as if he had foreseen movement with an almost supernatural calm. Elrata’s group laughed, thinking it was luck, but the second blow came faster and Tomás dodged again. This time he took a step back, assuming a low, centered posture. What happens? Tienes miedo taunted El Rata, now furious.
And then it happened with a precise turn, Tomás deflected the third blow and a fluid movement grabbed the attacker’s arm and knocked him down with controlled force. He fell to the ground with a dry thud, moaning in pain. The courtyard fell silent. One of the henchmen rushed forward. Within seconds, Tomás knocked him down with a direct kick to the stomach.
Another tried to grab him from behind, but was thrown over the concrete like a rag doll. None of the men could even touch him. The crowd of prisoners now did not see, they watched. Mouth open. The man everyone thought was weak, danced between attacks like a ghost, fast and precise. Nothing in his movements was exaggerated, only efficient and lethal.
When the last attacker was on the ground, Tomás stopped in the center of the circle formed by the inmates. He was egregious, but serene. Ol to the rata, who now stared at him with terror in his eyes. I warned you,” said Thomas in a low voice. No confuse silence with weakness. From that moment on, no one else dared to approach with disrespect.
Since that day, Tomás’ name has been circulating through the corridors of the prison with a different tone. It was not a reason for jokes, but for respect. Even the jailers watched him cautiously. And rata, humiliated in front of everyone, spent days in the infirmary and when he returned, he avoided crossing eyes with the man who had destroyed his pride in a few minutes.
Thomas used his victory to dominate no one. Continue silence, fulfilling your days with discipline. But now, as he walked through the corridors, the prisoners made way. Some even greeted him with a slight wave, watched him with admiration from the younger ones, arrested for petty theft, approached him in the library and said: “Puesenme lo que sabes?” Tomás o ol, penso y for the first time in weeks really smiled.
Of course, but first you have to learn to have patience, to transform pain out, silence into power, humiliation into wisdom. When he finally got out of prison, years later, he didn’t leave as he entered. It wasn’t just the man who had survived hell. He was the master who had earned respect without having to destroy anyone, just by showing who he really was.
And so he left a mark that no one would forget, because in a world where many roar to frighten, he chose silence until it was necessary to roar. What do you think of this story? Have you also ever been underestimated? Let me know in the comments. Subscribe and don’t forget to like it if this story touched your heart.
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