The quick reflexes and solid horse stance I learned at the A.K.E.A. saved my leg.
My pant leg was caught in the gears of an industrial oven that would have most certainly shredded my foot and ankle if I had not responded immediately.
The Carhartts were ripped up to my thigh but I walked away with nothing but a red mark and some grease on my leg.
Self defense does not always involve being attacked by a bad guy.
A.K.E.A. teaches every day life skills.