![]() I was terrified of facing aggression, which manifested later on in horrible, phobic response to simple sparring in martial arts. What I’m going to be doing over the next few hours is offering you the fruit of that journey, as simply and directly as possible, so that you won’t have to risk yourself the way I did in order to find the peace and power that I eventually found. I’ve done so many things, been to so many places and And that was the day I began a journey that has lasted over forty years. To be someone who could actually look out at the world and say: “I am.” That little boy was me. And that boy knew that somehow, he was going to have to find a way to be courageous. And Rudy said, “oh, man.t hat guy’s crazy.” And walked away. Rudy looked at him, and realized that he had gone too far. The boy knew that if Rudy came out in the street, he was going to push Rudy in front of a car. He put his books down on the ground, and put his books down on the grass and walked out into the middle of Washington boulevard, the largest street in the entire area, and stood on the middle of the double yellow lines, with cars and trucks passing on both sides, and dared Rudy to come out and continue the torment. He made a de cisio n th at chan ged the rest of hi s life. The little boy walked on, knowing that no one was going to help him, knowing also that if this continued, something ineffably precious inside him was goin g to die. Hitting him, spi tting on him, cursin g him. ![]() ![]() The worst bully, whose name was Rudy, was challenging him to stop and fi ght. And he was being followed by a group of bullies who were beating him up all the way. He was kind of mousy, timid, wore glasses, carried his books with him. Once upon a time there was a twelve-year-old boy, walking home from Junior High School. I’d like to tell y ou a little sto ry that took place about forty-f ive years ago. ![]()
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