Tai Chi Chung

Last night I viewed "Tai Chi" with Keanu Reeves, and today I practice Tai Chi Chung, the Tai Chi element of my Chung Moo Quan dojo. A Hmong warlord sits beside me almost daily here at Starbucks. We always wave hello and goodbye politely with a smile. I had picked up that he is International Tai Chi. It is an underground network that does promote fights to the death. I finally introduced myself as HOPE and pointed at my name band I wear on my wrist every day. He shook my hand very strongly and I returned the shake with the same satnistic strength. He took his pointed finger and tickled my palm a bit. I then pulled away and I sit here fighting the urge to go to the restroom. Master to master we work it out and now he can see things properly like that I am even Shou lin Monk. That whole dojo show came here to seek me out years ago and I showed the master my Chung Moo tattoo. It is BOTH Korean and Chinese. It was perfect diplomacy. It all started by me telling my Iranian neighbor that my Arabic name is Amal (Hope) last night. He let me know that it was stressed on the first syllable. I guess we can all just grow in our disciplines and get along in vicinity. Maybe it is just a special aspect to me.