Rude Gym Manager Humiliates Old Man Until Finds Out He's Famous – Story of the Day

Bruce is a famous fitness guy who has recently started to expose shady people and businesses in the fitness industry. When he receives complaints about one gym in particular, he takes his team to investigate. He disguises himself as an old man and is shocked to see how he is treated.

While Bruce waited for his team to arrive, he sat in the studio with a croissant and a mug of coffee. He eagerly awaited Ralph to complete the final edits of his most recent video.

He scrolled through social media, landing on a video of an old man being forced to do twenty push-ups by the gym instructor.

"Come on, old man," the woman in the video screeched at him. "You want to be fit, huh? Let's see you do it! You signed up for Premium Membership, didn't you? Push! Oh, you can't handle it? Too bad. Again!"

The screen turned black as the music faded out. End of video.

Bruce couldn't stand managers and owners, or even instructors being difficult or rude to their clients. Especially if age and gender or sexuality were the reasons.

Age seemed to be a tricky subject in fitness - he had seen many videos, just like this, of elderly people being bullied or treated cruelly in these settings. He was yet to retaliate to one of them.

Ever since Bruce's first exposé went viral, he received continuous messages on social media about places that were engaged in underhanded activities, or inappropriate behavior.

He also had a team going out and responding to these messages, gathering information wherever possible, and building casefiles for Bruce to investigate further.

"Whenever you get involved, it means that someone messed up for sure," his grandfather always said. "You know how it is with you, justice first, and funny-guy Bruce second!"

Bruce would challenge such people until they revealed themselves, something they always did, and luckily for him, he always had his team around, ready to film it all. Followed by editing and release.

The current video being edited was about one of the local fitness studios charging ridiculous amounts of money for their branded range of products – from bottled water to 'natural' energy drinks to protein powder. One of the messages that Bruce had received was about how the studio's protein powder had led to one of their clients having a series of side effects.

When Bruce reached out to the woman, Leah, after reading her message, he met with her.

"I was so happy with being at gym, and how my body was building itself up. So when the fitness instructor recommended adding their signature protein powder to my meals, I had to try it. I bought a few different flavors, too," Leah told him.

"But then, a few weeks into it all..." she went on. "My hair began falling in clumps whenever I washed it. Oh, then the acne settled in, too. Doc said that it was probably something I ate and was having a reaction of some sort."

When this continued for a few weeks, Leah did her investigation, resulting in the studio selling fake protein powder – an allegation they blatantly denied when she presented her case.

Bruce and his team arrived at the studio Leah spoke about dressed as members of a dance troop, looking for a new place to work between their dance rehearsals.

It wasn't long before one of the instructors approached him and recommended their line of protein powder and other drinks. When one of Bruce's teammates started asking questions about the ingredients, the instructor began to get nervous, the sweat on his upper lip giving him away.

Things quickly went downhill after that, leading to the studio admitting their error on live camera.

"Nearly done, Boss," Ralph said from behind his computer. "This is probably one of the best videos yet, considering you had us dress up like dancers, too," he chuckled.

"Thanks, Buddy. I'm excited to see what type of response it generates. I feel bad we couldn't get them to reimburse all their customers, but admitting blame is a step in the right direction."

"I agree, it's something. And besides, if this goes well, maybe we could get a bit bolder with our approach next time. I admire what you're doing, though. These are the things that matter because they affect real people."

The following day, Bruce woke up to a fury of messages across his accounts – when the video first went out the previous night, he was skeptical about the response. When it came to exposing people and companies, the audience could always go in two different directions. It would either be a hit or a miss, a success or a failure. But at the end of the day, he truly thrived off the anticipation.

This is what he wanted to do, to give people a voice when they needed it – to find issues and reveal them for everyone to see.

"What's on the agenda today, Priya?" he asked his assistant when he got to the studio later that morning. Priya had worked with Bruce for a while now. She was young and vibrant and had a knack for investigation, a thoroughness that left him astonished. She was also pregnant, and the entire team couldn't wait to meet her baby. Today, she was dressed in yoga pants and an Imagine Dragons t-shirt. She looked ready to head to a class.

"Well, you've got a meeting with the sports brand people – the guys who want to collaborate on their line of socks or something?" she said.

"Priya, you're supposed to give me concrete information," he laughed as he gave her a container of freshly sliced fruit.

"Baby on the brain, Bruce, it's her fault, not mine," she laughed with him. "Okay, but I'm following a lead today, too."

"Yeah? Which one?"

"Remember the one yoga studio that offered prenatal yoga and pilates, and everyone was signing up?"

Bruce nodded. He knew that Priya always found the most exciting stories to tackle.

"Well, there were a few concerning messages about them in your DM's – so Jordan and I have been trying to reach out to the women who messaged, and we finally got one. She's a yoga instructor there, but not for the prenatal classes. She said she had voiced her concerns but has always been told it's 'safe.'

"She swears that the poses are not safe and that there have been a few incidents, which have always been brushed off as pregnancy clumsiness and whatnot."

"Oh, wow. That's a big deal. Woah. Okay, that's horrifying. Are you sure that you're okay to go through with this?" he asked.

"Yes! And Jordan will be with me, and she'll play along. I will only do what my body can take," she said, smiling.

Bruce left Priya and Jordan to their own devices. Jordan was his design person, and since Priya had joined the team, they had formed a quick friendship, often coming into the office and leaving together.

Bruce decided to jog on the studio's treadmill, and he always found that he did his best thinking while being active. He unlocked his iPad and scrolled through the comments from the new video – the nasty comments always fueled a fire in him, making him want to continue what he was doing – protecting the health and safety of people who entered these fitness studios across the country.

Bruce was satisfied with where he was. His name was common among people now, especially in fitness studios and gyms. People were always weary that he would sneak in and reveal their true natures, something that he prided himself on being able to do.

After about 20 minutes of listening to music while running on the treadmill, Bruce opened Priya's new spreadsheet detailing messages from people.

Their contact details and the location of the institutes they were talking about were provided.

One in particular stood out to him. A gym a few blocks from the studio had several messages from people. Most of the messages were detailing how the manager would speak to people – degrading and shameful. But a few others highlighted the behavior of one of the personal instructors – predatory behavior concerning young women coming in and out of the gym.

Bruce hated this. This made him sick – the fact that people behaved openly like this while still being in a secure job without any repercussions. Very few things made Bruce's skin crawl, but predatory behavior was high on the list. He saw that there were also many remarks about the staff being ageist to clients as well.

He had had enough exercise. Bruce hopped off the treadmill, towel hanging around his shoulders, and sat at his desk. He opened the gym's website and social media pages, and he wanted to do as much research as possible going to the gym to investigate further.

Immediately, the website images looked sleek and polished, and it looked like the type of gym that Bruce would find himself going to – there was something clean and inviting to it.

"This is probably how they hook people into going to them," he muttered.

But when he checked their social pages, specifically the tagged images, Bruce saw that all their website images were not their own – instead, they seemed to be stock images or images taken from elsewhere. The comments and captions were also red flags, most of them reiterating the submissions that he had received.

This gym was going to be the subject of his next feature.

Later in the day, when Priya and Jordan had returned to the studio, they had enough to tell Bruce.

"It seems there's truth to what we've been told, B," Jordan said.

"The instructor does tend to push the women quite a bit, and it's ridiculous they think their bodies should be doing these poses, so they end up pushing themselves to extremes. The instructor cannot be a qualified prenatal yoga instructor, there's just no way," Priya said.

"But unfortunately, we must put the investigation on hold for a while. Today, the instructor said she'll be away for a few weeks," Jordan told Bruce.

"It's a good thing we've still got time," Priya said as she patted her stomach.

"Okay, well then, I've been looking at new options for a new story, and I think this gym will be the next one. Did you read the submissions?" he asked them.

Jordan shook her head.

"I read through everything when I was sorting out the spreadsheet, but I didn't get deeper into it," Priya said. "What did you find?"

"Oh, a whole lot of things. The comments bug me; there are a few about ageism at the gym. Look, it's dangerous for older people to be at gyms, especially if they train without supervision – but I mean, look at my grandfather; he's well into his seventies and does basic gym exercises at home. There are also a lot of comments about the staff and predatory behavior toward females. This gym has to go."

Priya moved from the doorway to sit on the couch across his desk. She sat with her feet folded beneath her and pulled the iPad Bruce had used earlier.

"There's your angle then, Bruce. You're becoming very well-known now, so your face is one that people know or can recognize, at least. So, you should go for the ageism angle. Dress like your grandpa. Jordan will help you with the disguise. That way, you'll still be able to investigate all the other issues while seeing firsthand how they behave toward the elderly."

"I like it. I think this could work," Jordan said, unlacing her shoes.

"What are we talking about?" Ralph asked as he walked up the stairs and into the studio. "Congratulations, team! Yesterday's video is making waves. Sure, I did see some sketchy comments here and there, but that's most likely the members of their staff and even family and friends, anything to try and discredit us," he chuckled and took a bit of the apple he was holding.

"We're talking about turning Bruce into an old man," Jordan said, grinning.

"Remember we were talking about it yesterday?" Priya asked.

"Oh yeah! My neighbor used to go there, but she said she felt so uncomfortable with one of the personal trainers, so she switched to a gym around the corner from there. What are we doing about them?"

"Covering ageism, inappropriate behavior, well, that's where we'll start," Bruce said.

"I don't know why you need to take my clothes, Bruce," his grandfather said when Bruce went over that evening to grab a few clothing options from his grandfather.

"Because I want to look the part and commit to the character," he laughed. But the truth was that Bruce just wanted to check in on his grandfather. Since he decided this was the story he would cover, the ageism aspect had hit close to home.

His grandfather was his inspiration, and he was the person who got Bruce into fitness in the first place. He couldn't imagine his grandfather being treated differently based on his age. Sure, Bruce agreed that the elderly clients needed more support in these places, not to babysit them, but more to ensure they were not misusing the equipment or putting strains on their bodies that could be avoided.

When he looked at his grandfather, a man who was aging well because he kept fit, Bruce could hardly believe that this was the same person who had a triple bypass four years ago.

No, older people deserve to live the lives they want to. It wasn't up to the 'younger' people to tell them otherwise.

"And I'm doing this for you, gramps," he said before he left.

The following day, Jordan, Priya, and Ralph were already at the studio waiting for him.

"I've already got the old-man mask for you; we just need to make a few more alterations, and we're good to go," Jordan told him.

About thirty minutes later, Bruce was dressed in his grandfather's sweater with a face mask that had aged him to about sixty. The plan was that Jordan and Ralph would go to the gym with Bruce – Ralph was going to film everything, and Jordan would watch and make her notes as things went along.

The gym looked precisely like the tagged photos online – it needed work, but it was relatively busy, so they had to be doing something right. Ralph and Jordan entered first; they walked in as a young, hip couple, and nobody batted an eye. They looked like they belonged with everyone else at the gym.

It was time for the show to begin.

Bruce walked in next, carrying an old-looking bag that belonged to his grandfather. He saw the manager behind the reception desk talking to a young woman.

Bruce put the bag on the counter, ready to talk to the manager, Marcus, according to his tag, when he was greeted by having his bag shoved off and onto the floor.

"Hey, take away your dirty bag, you old man!" Marcus exclaimed after he shoved the bag onto the floor.

Bruce was ready to get into character and already expected this kind of untoward behavior. He thought of how his grandfather would react – he was his muse for the day anyway.

"Listen, son, Marcus. I'm just here to work out," he said, looking at Marcus without trying to be intimidating.

"You want to work out here, Grandpa? You're going to need a time machine or something," Marcus said, every word dripping in arrogance.

"Come on, tell me, what's it like working out in an adult diaper, pops?"

Bruce looked at him in utter disbelief. The stories he had read had prepared him for this, but hearing these words directed at him was a lot worse than he had imagined. This was how people had their dignity broken down.

But Marcus didn't stop there, and neither did the insults.

"Listen here, Gandalf, yeah, okay. I'll let you in, but you have no choice but to train with a coach. Good. Okay?"

"Yeah, okay. That's fair enough, thank you," Bruce replied to the young man.

"That will be $200, Gramps," Marcus said.

"Really? $200 for a training session? For how long?" Bruce asked.

But he didn't get an answer. Marcus' phone rang, and a man named Mr. Perry appeared to be calling. Bruce stood there, listening to the conversation, uncertain whether he should carry on inside the gym or wait for further torment from Marcus. He pushed a basic sign-up sheet toward Bruce for him to fill out.

"Hello, Mr. Perry, Sir! Glad to hear you. Yeah! Of course! Oh! So, we're going to see you soon? Today? Great!"

Bruce opened his wallet and began to count the notes - $200 was insane for one training session with a personal trainer, but he also wanted to determine whether it would be worth it.

The trainer may be better than the manager. He placed the notes on the counter.

"Sorry, Sir, just a minute," Marcus said into the phone after seeing the money. He picked up the notes that Bruce had left on the counter and held them to the light, inspecting their authenticity.

"Okay, sir," he continued to Bruce this time. "Should we get you a wheelchair or something," he asked condescendingly. "It's a long walk to the locker room."

He gave Bruce a dirty look before returning to his phone call, where Bruce could hear him scheduling a visit with Mr. Perry, a potential client, as he walked down the hallway to the locker room.

"We've got a great gym, Sir!" he heard Marcus saying. "Yeah, we've got a good vibe, and everyone is welcome here! We're waiting for you!"

After Bruce had changed his clothes, he waited for the instructor to get him from the locker room. He heard the door open. A man, who Bruce assumed was the coach, walked in.

"All right, who do we have here? Ah, Bruce Collins, age sixty-seven," he said, reading off a sheet of paper. "What, sixty-seven? You've got to be kidding me. Wait, hold up, is this a joke?" Nicky, the personal trainer, said.

When he turned the corner and saw Bruce re-tying one of his shoelaces, he said, "Oh, you've got to be kidding me."

Bruce looked at him, a part of him wanting to laugh at the man's facial expression.

"Is there some kind of problem?" Bruce asked him.

"I mean, there's got to be some kind of mistake here. This isn't what I do, mate. I train the hot chicks, you know? That's my thing," he said.

"No, no. There's no mistake, and I paid $200 for a personal trainer. So, you either train me, or I want my money back," Bruce said.

Nicky ran his fingers through his hair, and he looked up at the ceiling with closed eyes.

"I cannot believe my luck," he said. Then, he turned to Bruce. "Look, I get it, man, Alzheimer's is no joke, I agree. But please, don't hurt yourself, you know? Just be careful, all right? I'm Nicky, by the way," he said, flexing his arms.

He rolled his neck and then sighed.

"Okay, come on. Follow me," he said.

Bruce got up from the bench in the locker room. He was well into character now, so when he got up, he sighed and groaned softly. He followed the trainer back into the gym, walking a few steps behind him.

Nicky, ahead of him, was waving and greeting every female who made eye contact. Bruce was sure he was the trainer with inappropriate behavior. He scanned the gym, trying to place eyes on Ralph and Jordan, and when he found them, Jordan gave him a discrete thumbs up while Ralph pretended to take photos of her while trying to find the perfect angle for the video.

Nicky stopped walking when they were in front of the rows of dumbbells.

"Okay, man, so look. You're going to pick the dumbbells up. That's how we'll start with your workout today."

Bruce thought he was being too quiet. He wanted to interact more – to get to know these people better and to see which buttons he could push before they exploded into the worst parts of their personalities. The personalities people had revealed to him through their messages and posts.

"Come on, Nicky, do I have to use these pink dumbbells, or is there another pair I could use?" Bruce asked.

"No, my guy. You have to use these because I told you to use these."

"Oh, okay," Bruce sighed, which irked Nicky.

"Dude, why is it so difficult for you to understand? I told you already that I only train the hot chicks, right? Yeah, I train guys, too, but not like super old dudes, you know? It's embarrassing, man! But anyway, the way I see it, is that I gotta help you get as ripped as I am. I mean, look at these arms," he flexed his arms again, looking into the mirror in front of them and grinning at Bruce.

Bruce tried to suppress his laughter. The situation entertained him, but he was also repulsed. He knew that if Nicky weren't so comical by nature, he would have gotten somewhat disturbed and angry at this point.

"So, all you have to do, Collins, is just hold the dumbbells. Just like this," Nicky said, showing him what to do. "Copy my moves and repeat after me."

"Lift. And breathe. Lift. And breathe. Lift. Breathe. And again!"

Bruce mimicked Nicky's actions.

"And breathe. No! Do not drop the dumbbells, man. Just repeat after me, again,"

Bruce continued to copy him.

"Don't drop the dumbbells and breathe!" Nicky exclaimed, getting angry now. "Come on, it's simple," he said. "It's like eating soup with a spoon. Look. You pick the spoon up and eat the soup," he said as he repeated the actions. "You pick the spoon and eat the soup. Pick the spoon and eat the soup."

Nicky looked at Bruce for a moment.

"Have you ever used a spoon before?" he asked. "Oh, wait, I know! They feed you with a straw, don't they?" Nicky laughed.

"Come on, man. It's so simple!" he said.

Bruce and Nicky get interrupted by the arrogant Marcus walking up to them.

"Hey, Nicky," Marcus said. "We need to talk, bro."

"Right," Nicky told him. He looked at Bruce. "Listen, I'll be right back. Don't break a dumbbell or bone or anything. What a waste of time."

Bruce caught Ralph's eye from where he's standing. Ralph gestured with his hand to indicate that he has been capturing everything on camera.

Bruce shook his head, his disbelief at the disrespect fading slowly – he had begun to accept that this was how these people behaved.

"Jackass," he muttered as he continued with the dumbbells.

When Nicky and Marcus were further away from Bruce, they stopped to talk. Bruce signaled for Ralph to walk over to continue the recording.

"Hey, man," Marcus told Nicky. "We have to get this of old gramps here as soon as possible. Do you understand?"

Nicky looked confused for a moment.

"Get rid of him?" he asked.

"Yes! We have a very important visitor coming in soon. Mr. Perry. He's been looking to invest big money in the gym. You do know what that means, right?"

"Yeah! Yeah!" Nicky exclaimed. "We're going to buy new treadmills, right?"

"Treadmills? Seriously? No, man. I don't care about the equipment, bro! I want a raise. I've worked here for two years, and my crappy salary still hasn't changed. I want a new car!"

"Hey! Wait a minute!" Nicky exclaimed loudly.

"No, shush. Be quiet. We need to get the grandfather out of here before Mr. Perry arrives. Look, make him miserable, yeah? Like, get his blood pressure to go up or something. But don't overdo it! Or maybe … give him a stroke, yeah?"

"Yeah!" Nicky said, getting pumped by their notorious plan. He stood in front of Marcus, flexing his chest.

"What are you waiting for? Go, man!"

"Yeah! Yeah!"

When Nicky returned to Bruce, he sat on a bench and drank some water.

"Yo, Dumbledore, how are you doing? Are you still alive? No broken bones?" Nicky asked, quite amused with himself.

"Hey, listen. This is all starting to feel a little bit easy for me. Why don't we bring it up a notch?" Bruce asked him.

"What? It's getting easy for you?"

"Yeah, it is. I don't feel like I'm working out at all," Bruce said.

"Wait, man, you're serious?" Nicky asked.

Bruce nodded.

"Alright then, gramps. Let's get to it. But remember, if you break anything, I'm not the one to blame. Alright? I don't know if you're ready for what's next! Let's do this!"

Bruce followed Nicky to the other side of the gym.

Meanwhile, from the corner of his eye, Bruce could see Marcus walking around with Mr. Perry, a man dressed in a suit, showing him the gym. He struggled to hear the conversation from where he was – between the music blasting from the speakers and the chatter of the gym-goers, their conversation was almost drowned out.

"This is our gym, Mr Perry. It's been about three years since we last renovated, so we look rough around the edges, and we're working on it. But we make up for it with the vibes. Look around, see how happy everyone is to be here!"

Nicky wanted Bruce to work on the barbells.

"Come on, gramps, you can do it!" Nicky encouraged him. "But please stop shaking."

When Bruce looked up for a split second, he saw Marcus and Mr. Perry walking toward him and Nicky.

Bruce also hadn't noticed that a crowd had formed before him – Nicky's loud taunts mixed with a certain element of encouragement had drawn a crowd.

"Breathe and push! Come on, stop shaking, man. Let me help you, come here," Nicky said as he tried to take the bar from Bruce's hand.

"No!" Bruce shouted. He was getting tired of this now. And if he wanted to expose them, what better than to do it in front of the person they wanted to invest in?

"Wow! Incredible! How did you do that at your age?"

It took Bruce a few seconds to realize that Mr. Perry was talking to him while he continued to work the barbell.

"Yeah! This happens when you train at the best gym, Mr. Perry," Marcus said. "And with the best trainer in town, too!"

"That's right!" Nicky chimed in. Bruce put the bar back in its slot. It was time.

"Right, good. Now, tell the real story, boys," he said, sitting up and looking around.

"The truth is that I'm not an old man or grandpa, as you've been calling me the entire time," Bruce said, removing the mask. "Woo! That feels so much better!"

"Wow. Hey! You're Bruce Collins, aren't you? Oh, man! I love your videos!" Mr. Perry exclaimed. "Surely you guys know who this is? Bruce Collins? No? The fitness freak and powerlifting champion – who now goes undercover to expose shady fitness institutes and their people!"

"Yeah! That's me, all right! It's me, Bruce," he laughed.

Bruce took a step toward Marcus, pointing at him.

"You, my friend, are one shady, shady gym owner," he said.

"I'm not the owner, though. I'm just a manager," Marcus said.

"Oh, well, yeah, that needs to change. That will not be your role for long because my guy there, Ralph, has been filming this situation. The way you insulted me from the moment I walked through those doors to moments before Mr. Perry walked in — it's all in there."

"I think the word insulted is a bit over the top," Marcus mumbled, looking at Mr. Perry. "Look, Mr. Perry, do not listen to this guy. He's a clown. You can see that he is just doing it for the hype. He wants to get famous – anyone with a camera and some crew will do anything to get famous. Right, Bruce?"

"No, no. I'll tell you what I'm interested in, Marcus. I am interested in and dedicated to every customer's health and well-being in this gym. And this young man, over here," Bruce says as he points to Nicky. "This man had me lifting heavy weights, even though I hadn't warmed up."

"Nah, wait a minute," Nicky said. "I just knew that you were capable of doing it, my guy. That's all."

"Come on, Nicky. You do know that just taking steroids isn't going to make you a great coach, right? What would make you good is if you cared more about the safety of the clients. Safety, form, and technique is everything! And you know, this is my problem with this entire gym here. There's an improper technique to just about everything," Bruce laughed.

"No, that's not true," Marcus said to Mr. Perry. "Of course, we care! We care about all our clients, everyone that walks in through those doors, whoever they are!"

"I see how much you care, Marcus," Mr. Perry said. "You know what, Bruce, my father and I have been looking to invest in a gym. Not for the money, no. We just want to have a place of our own to train in, a place with the right vibe and energy, where we know that the staff has our best interests at heart. I can see that this clearly isn't the right place. So, Mr. Collins, I am looking for a new gym. Perhaps you can point me in the right direction?"

"Oh, of course I can. In fact, there's a gym around the corner that would do some real good with an investor like you."

"Awesome, let's go," said Mr. Perry.

When they walked out, Ralph and Jordan followed, and Bruce introduced them to Michael Perry. Bruce knew he would never forget Marcus's look as they left the gym.

Their attitude and behavior were as bad as he expected, but he didn't think they would be so horrible to an elder who wanted to train in their gym. The more he thought about it, the more frustrated he felt.

At least he and his team got exactly what they were looking for when the day began. He knew that once this video was ready to go out, he would feel more settled, but until then, despite knowing that the gym would get the backlash it deserved, he felt troubled that this was a reality.

Again, Bruce thought of his grandfather, who would most likely be doing something or the other in his home gym at that very moment. The elders were the people who continuously taught everyone around them life lessons, so it was ridiculous to think that in some settings, they were treated so harshly.

It was brutal, and it was so wrong.

The following day, Bruce sat in the studio, waiting for the rest of the team to get in. He was so excited about bringing light to the disappointment the gym turned out to be – but more than that, he had worked on a voiceover early that morning.

In his voiceover, Bruce spoke about the damage to people and their mental health that came with disregarding them and treating them in demeaning ways, especially the elders in the community.

And because his channel was based on fitness, he wanted to remind his elderly viewers that there would always be a place for them in the fitness world. They just had to make sure that they were welcomed and treated correctly.

When the video was finally released a week later, Bruce was feeling settled. The video received the right amount of attention, with many viewers tagging institutes that behaved similarly – someone joked that it was a warning for them to shape up, or Bruce and his team would be walking through their doors before they knew it.

What also surprised Bruce was that Marcus, the gym's manager, had contacted him a few days later and apologized for his behavior. He said that he only realized the error of his ways when he saw and heard himself in Bruce's video.

He said that he felt embarrassed and would be devastated if someone spoke to his parents or grandparents in that manner.

At the end of it all, Bruce was glad he made a difference. His work was all about – finding people who walked all over vulnerable people, exposing them – and creating another place safe for everybody to learn and practice fitness without being judged.

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