Last week marked 28 years since my wife's cousin tragically lost his life on a night out in Ashby, one punch, a head hitting the kerb, and two families changed forever. 
As a 5th degree Black Belt, I’ve had hundreds of fights, some wins, some losses, but all in a controlled and disciplined environment. For the most part, I’ve avoided real fights, not because I couldn’t handle myself, but because my martial arts discipline has always kicked in, reminding me that it’s better to walk away and be the bigger man.
But the fights that worry me most are the ones you don’t see coming, the split-second decisions made in anger, frustration, or just mindless thuggery on a night out.
I've seen it many times on a night out, drunken idiots thinking they’re Mike Tyson, getting in your face. It’s like throwing a goldfish to a hungry shark, there is no fight here.
Before you react, think about this:
One punch can kill.
One moment of anger can mean years in prison.
One night out can ruin lives forever.
Walk away. Be the bigger person. It’s never worth it. 
