Life's challenges...

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I had to go to the building department the other day. Lines are very long. I signed in, and after 50 minutes, looking at my watch I noticed people were being called before me who had signed in after me.

I went to check the list, a young black man ,I watched, had gone up, scratched my name off, and took my spot. Then I tried to tell an attendant I was passed over, no one believed me. A lady who was just called apoligized and said I could go next. Of course I refused but she insisted. The women in the building dept said she couldn't help and to go to the other dept.................

I thanked the lady for bing so kind, ignored the black man, and walked out.

There was a beautiful blue sky outside. Not a cloud in the horizon. It was just like when I was a kid! No problems, just beauty. There was a Cessna flying so low I swear I could see the pilot. By the time I drove home it was cloudy . Funny how pure and beautiful it was when I walked out of the county building department. I wondered if it was really that way or just my "eyes".

I mention this because thanks to Uncle Bill and Lama J. Rinpoche, I don't stress out any more. In the past I would have started sh*t, [I spent my past holiday time off in jail for fighting].

Thanks for listening, and thanks to everyone in the catina for their good energy.

Jim Samoska:)
 
Sams,
I have been in your shoes before. It has taken me some serious thinking about if I should kick some guys a** over a disagreement or item that he took from me. There are many people that if I caught in a dark ally... I am sure you know.

The burden of the potential legal consequences and retaliation is not worth carrying. Material items taken, and inconvienience that they have given will come back to get them. Call it Karma.
Besides, those can be replaced, your time cannot.

Life is too short to waste on such individuals. One day they will run into a person like themselves, and that will be the end of both. Don't be one of them.
 
There are a few people who have deliberately done myself or my family evil and a couple of them I would like to break their jaws. I don't think about them because it makes me angry and ill inside.

When I lived in the city, if I responded to every jerk or loser, stealing or lying, causing trouble or pushing around, my day would be one long fist fight.

When you should be living, like in the woods, or watching that small plane, and instead all you can think about are episodes and 'what if's? then your life is being stolen.


I wish there was a magic bell I could ring, which would then automatically summon Special Beings to thrash all those who needed thrashing on this planet.

I'm not sure I wouldn't deserve a couple hard ones myself.

It is one of the hardest things to handle- this rage.
My rule is don't fight unless you're saving your family or another who is being victimized.

Thank you for posting, Jim Samoska.

munk
 
I wonder if I would have turned out differently for me if I were bigger, stronger and more intimidating. Maybe I would have less trouble with such things, maybe more.

Where does one buy steroids? :confused:
 
you just get up to another level where a bigger crowd wants to take you down. And bigger men always have to watch their knees; every smaller man read somewhere you should take down the big guy by kicking out his knees.

I don't think there is any end to this, Bruce. Even a very powerful knowledgable man can be brought down by some guy sometime.

You get steroids in the back page ads in comics and gun mags.


munk
 
You were the bigger man. With a good world and self perspective, the world's petty toe-stepping runs like water form a duck's back...

Keith
 
When you should be living, like in the woods, or watching that small plane, and instead all you can think about are episodes and 'what if's? then your life is being stolen.
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"your life is being stolen" hmm. I really like that. That's a really good way to describe how I feel when I let someone like the SOB that Jim ran into get to me. Sometimes when I've been replaying some incident over and over:barf: I suddenly realize that I the maddest about letting it ruin my day(s)/week/month.

Good going Jim:) I need to be more like that myself.
 
I wonder if I would have turned out differently for me if I were bigger, stronger and more intimidating. Maybe I would have less trouble with such things, maybe more.

Where does one buy steroids?



Mr. "Bruise Lee", funny you are, [I mean that with respect], I was taught you only need 7 lbs of strength to pull a trigger on a M16A1. If you can use your finger for 7LBS of pressure you are a intimidatidating.

I bought a Browning HI Power at 14, started the arts at 15 and never was defeated until I fought the ASIANS. I'm 54 yrs old now, and at fifty I fought and defeated two street opponents. That cost me 18K and 2 months out of state. My last encounter cost me $3200.00 and out of work for 3 months. Still undefeated state side. I wish I never started fighting, working out, or learning how to use weapons. A finger in the eye wins all fights but you must have the stomach to perform that manouvere.:(

JIm Samoska
 
Thank you, Jim, for sharing that lesson.

Sometimes it's easier for me, sometimes it's harder. A lot depends on the depth of my physical, mental, and spiritual reserves. The closer I am to the edge the more easy it is to get offended or to look for revenge.

I do the best when I deal with my challenges like running a river. I try to avoid the snags, rocks, and dangerous eddies. When I have to I work hard to deal with them. But once they are past I forget about them.

I remember reading one of those old Zen stories. The master observes someone in a boat on the river, cussing and swearing at an individual in another boat who refuses to yeild the right of way. Then the master asks him how he would deal with an empty boat floating towards him in the river. Most of us would feel silly cussing at an empty boat, but nevertheless we spend a lot of time doing just that.

This isn't about turning the other cheek or being nice to other people. After a while it becomes evident that it truly is a waste of our short lifetimes to spend them in petty ego battles. Thus a contemplation of selfish motives and how to achieve them may lead to the same conclusions as the enlightened sages.

They say politics makes strange bedfellows.

Life too!
 
Sams, I know a guy your age who has studied the arts all his life. He specializes in staying out of trouble.


Why did defending yourself from two street punks cost you so much? American justice? (Lord, have I asked this before?)

I like the empty boat story. That makes sense. The other commonly used adage, water off a duck's back, doesn't sit as well. There are times you grit your teeth and walk away, it requires guts and conviction and there is nothing easy about it. When I stopped drinking almost all my fights stopped too. Some of us are more challenged than others...


I thought the arts were supposed to be fun, to be wise. I don't have any chance against knowledgeable bad guys. I am a very good shot, if shooting beer cans off hand at 65 yards counts for anything. Sams, I'm glad I know how to do that. I wouldn't trade that in. Weapons are our friends. I get the impression you are embarking upon a new road.


munk
 
Roids? Easy! Across the border in Tijuana!

Seriously though, It's been hard to, but I'm slowly learning how to just say, "I really don't need this fight/argument" and just glance over it. It's still hard, since I'm still 19, but maybe it's good to get an early start at being more in control of myself. There are some people that I would want to disappear Soprano's style, but I don't think about it. When I don't think about it and since I'll never see those people again, there's no longer a problem.
 
I'll try to put into words what is very difficult and will say no more.

I hate evil doers. drugs, bullies, insulting, intimidating jerks. There are very tough and skilled fighters. It is ok. Those with a good heart and a sense of honor will never delibrately hurt the weak. But I sought the other kind. The ones who fought in groups, used weapons and picked on weaker humans. I thought it was my duty, my fate to destroy the wicked and evil doers.

I went into the dopers houses, and fought them. I waited in the dark for them, I used surprise and used stealth. I lived with Native Americans because my philosphy did not fit in with white people. I had neighbors clap and cheer when I kick cars in and beat up street people.

I paid my Indian friends to take care of arsonist who tried to burn me out, only later to say f*#k it I'll do it myself.

Now where ever I go I have trouble, yes "karma".

But it is over, I will not be part of it anymore. I don't think many people understand except for some veterans. When it is for real, it is not pretty and it is over very quickly. No talking, dancing around, or shouting. It ends in seconds or less.:(

I'm grateful I found this webb page and will not comment on negative actions again. Thanks to everyone in the "Cantina".

Jim Samoska
 
Thank you, Sams, I didn't understand.


I wish there were more of you.


In the 60's you could walk away from a fight when you'd had enough. If the other continued all the kids would have been repulsed by that. By the end of the 70's, from what I could see in California school yards, fights were now many against one and there was no shame.

Perhaps I'm wrong. Maybe there has never been much shame, but it sure seemed like things were better 40+ years ago. Punks today brag about piling on.


munk
 
There is no more shame or honor in fighting now. Even when I was in high school, you wouldn't want to fight a guy standing by himself taunting you, you can be sure his buddies are behind the building or bushes waiting to see if he'll start losing. It's all dirty and animalistic.
 
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