Slow Walking Part One
The first time I stretched time I was woken from my sleep by an uproar of shouts and emotion. I looked out the window and saw a couple of fellows beating my dog. I yelled at them, told them to knock it off, and they yelled at me, and the next thing you know I was pulling on my pants and running down the stairs.
I came out of the gate and took in the scene at a glance. Two fellows trying to kick my dog, and a frightened young girl holding a small dog, and I knew what had happened. My dog had seen the little girls dog and jumped the fence, and she had picked it up to protect it, and my dog had jumped around and barked at her, and the two fellows were really just coming to the rescue of a small girl.
This gave me a real problem. These werent two bad guys. How could I make everything right without hurting anybody?
I began to walk slower, and the fellows suddenly glanced at each other, then back at me, and I could see that they were starting to get unnerved. My eyes were filled with confidence, and though they were bigger than me, they suddenly had time for worry to build within their minds. They began to perspire and sweat and even shake.
I walked ever slower, and my dog stopped barking and looked at me, the whole darned world started to go slow mo. The little girl stepped back with her dog and looked up at me. I asked everybody what was going on.
It was beautiful. You could see the relief in the two fellows eyes that things hadnt escalated into physical fighting, and they both began to babble. Each wanted to be the one to explain what had happened.
They finally stopped their babbling, and I finally looked down at my dog, who was looking up with a rather guilty expression. What are you doing, eh, you big knucklehead? His tail flopped half heartedly around on the ground.
The dog was renowned for ignoring me, but when I told the dog to get into the yard, miracle of miracles, he slunk through the gate. I looked around, and nobody seemed to be hurt. I petted the girls dog, smiled at the two guys, and left, and that was the first time I ever slow walked.
About the Author:
Al Case has practiced the martial arts for forty years. You should Slow Walk over to Monster Martial Arts and see him.
---------------------------------------------------
You are receiving this because you signed up for it on 2009-04-23 from IP 152.135.235.188
To fine-tune your selection of which articles to receive, just login here
using your username: kevinh
To unsubscribe please use the following link: unsubscribe
---------------------------------------------------
