I was athletic in my youth. Raced bicycles, did martial arts.
One night I was coming home from a waitress gig. I had parked in a bank parking lot across the street from the restaurant where I worked. The restaurant was in a dodgy part of Oakland, which is the city right across the Bay from San Francisco.
Anyway, as I was walking to my car, a young man popped up from nowhere and began grabbing at my purse.
And I roundhouse kicked him right in his face. Knocking him down
Looked down. His face was a mess! I must have broken his nose.
And for about 30 seconds, I stood there looking at him, thinking, I should try to help him, right?
Fortunately, common sense prevailed -- as it very seldom did in those days, I should note.
I got in my car and drove away.
There is a kind of karmic relationship between aggressors and their victims and purported victims.
But fortunately, there are many lifetimes in which to work that karma out.. :-)
Yes, it's a fierce good feeling to fight off enemies... In the moment, I had no doubt that he was my enemy; it took time and resumed safety for me to learn to pity his circumstances more truly. But the latter could not replace the former.
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One night I was coming home from a waitress gig. I had parked in a bank parking lot across the street from the restaurant where I worked. The restaurant was in a dodgy part of Oakland, which is the city right across the Bay from San Francisco.
Anyway, as I was walking to my car, a young man popped up from nowhere and began grabbing at my purse.
And I roundhouse kicked him right in his face. Knocking him down
Looked down. His face was a mess! I must have broken his nose.
And for about 30 seconds, I stood there looking at him, thinking, I should try to help him, right?
Fortunately, common sense prevailed -- as it very seldom did in those days, I should note.
I got in my car and drove away.
There is a kind of karmic relationship between aggressors and their victims and purported victims.
But fortunately, there are many lifetimes in which to work that karma out.. :-)
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Yes, it's a fierce good feeling to fight off enemies... In the moment, I had no doubt that he was my enemy; it took time and resumed safety for me to learn to pity his circumstances more truly. But the latter could not replace the former.
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