For example, theres this young Japanese guy who worked at the Y, who would give me real dirty glares (stink eye, we say in Hawaii) when I'd nod to him. That was when I'd see him in the weight room, and I was thinking, "Does this guy want to fight, or what?" But after awhile, I was kinda surprised when I saw him at a YMCA sponsered bible study class. As he sat there glaring at me- as we were taught of Christ's love of his fellow man-- I finally saw through his surface surliness and realized he was no adversary.:D I guess all I can say is that my knowledge is/was problematic. *L*
And such testing/training has gone on for all my life. I remember at Stevenson Intermediate School (from Papokolea Valley, a kinda tough local neighborhood) in 1973 or '74, a local male student who was a year younger than I who totally dissed me one weekend at Ala Moana Shopping Center. A rather tall, lanky boy, he mocked the Japanese boys from Manoa Valley I was hanging with and kicked me in the arse as I hurriedly scampered away. A while later, however, he greeted and joked with me as I sat on some bleachers by the P.E. field and we were all cool. I was totally surprised at the time, but now---some thirty-five years later- chalk the incidents up as an early test which was meant to train me not to be such a wussy. *L*
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