Students Speak The Aventures of Nabi Su Members in their own words....   Date: Sat, 2 Feb 2008 From: Seth To: nabisucenter@hotmail.com Subject: Nabi Su Applied to a Real Life Situation So, 2008 has been a bit of a tumultuous start. I ended up having to have knee surgery last week to remove damanged lining in my knee joint. The physical therapy will take about a month, so I'm hoping to be back in action by March or so. Post-surgery I wasn't able to walk until about two days ago. With the aid of a cane (a dappper one at that), and a full leg brace I am able to hobble the streets of Manhattan. I was leaving Fordham up at Columbus Circle yesterday evening in a nice torrential rainstorm. As I'm walking I notice someone walking towards me. I moved to another side of the sidewalk and the person kept on mimicking my every move. Finally, I walked all the way to the left of the sidewalk next to the building wall and noticed the person typing on his Blackberry and looking up every two seconds. I stopped and before I could say excuse me to him, he slammed into me quite purposely and forcefully. I kind of half fell and held my balance with one hand against the wall. The conversation went something like this: Me, "What is wrong with you?" Jerk: "Why the **** are you slamming into me? You ******** cripple! Watch what your doing ********! You got a problem? How about I kick your ***?" The next thing I know this guy lunges at me. I held my cane in both hands and delivered a move similar to a cross-check in hockey. The moron stumbled back and I immediately found myself in a ready position similar to when we use escrima sticks. I mean it must have looked funny seeing me with my left foot (brace and all) forward, my right foot back, my left hand raised in a defensive stance and my right hand weilding my cane like an escrima stick ready to mash his skull in. The guy looks at me for a few seconds, and this large construction worker who saw this whole situation evolve grabbed this kid and pinned him against the wall. Construction worker, "What the **** is wrong with you? This guy is in a cast for pete's sake!" Jerk: "Get off me! He tried to knock me down, and now I'm gonna kill him. C'mon cane boy! C'mon!" I stood there still in my stance boggled at this idiot. A nearby police officer showed up and asked what was going on. Jerk: "This ******** bumped me and wants to fight me. I'm gonna kick his ***." Officer (smiling): "You mean to tell me this gentleman with a cane and full leg cast tried to knock you over and fight you? Get walking pal before we have a serious situation here." The jerk walked the other way throwing hilarious obscenities at me and threatened to "find me and break my other leg". The cop stayed with me until he was out of site and asked if I was fine. I laughed, said thank you and hopped on the bus which as if by fate had just rolled up to take me home. So, even from missing months of practice, and being injured and in a leg cast, my mind and body relied on what I've learned to defend myself. And for that, I thank you Master Carolyn. Hope all is well on your end, please send my regards to the rest of the class, and I will certainly be back once I'm back on both my feet. All my best, Seth    PS. Everyone I've told the story to asked the same question, "Weren't you afraid?" I honestly could say that I wasn't and actually was hoping the poor idiot would try and combat me further, because I was confident I would have left him writhing on the ground with bits of my cane .... :-)