Same book, pg 106-107
"This story(the 1st post) may sound farfetched, but anyone who has developed kiai or has felt the effect of one wh has can identify with it. I had a similar experience a few years ago.
I was vacationing in a rural part of Michingan with my wife and in-laws. My 14 year-old brother-in-law had been riding his bicycle but came in crying b/c some young men had pelted him with rocks. There were four or five of them at the end of a dirt road drinking beer outside their cars, and it seems they thought throwing rocks at the boy as he rode his bike down the road was great sport.
I was outraged when I heard about this, and I set out to ask these guys what kind of men they thought they were. As I started down the road, I could see several cars about 200 yards out, and areound them, the men. One of them noticed me coming, and seeing by brother-in-law following sheepishly behind, realized I was coming to confront them. They all began to taunt.
Perhaps it was righteous indignation, but as I walked down the road, I felt my sense of purpose focus like a steely blade. I wasn't looking for a fight. I intended to talk to these men, to humiliate them into facing their own cowardice. On the other hand, I was well aware a fight would probably break out, and I wasn't worried. I had confidence in my own abilities as a warrior, and I knew my cause was just. Whatever happened, I would win. The only questions open where how many of them might escape and how badly I would hurt the others.
I walked steadily ahead, never taking my eyes off my enemies. They continued to taunt, but as I closed the distance, their demeanor gradually changed, becoing ever more dubdues. By the time I was within 100 yards, they were standing completely silent, shifting from foot to foot, and whispering nervously to one another.
Suddenly on panicked and they all bolted for their cars. They roared out into a cloud fo dust, racing toward me and the olny outlet to the main road. When the first of the three card camde withing twenty yards of me, it was as if something leaped out in its path-the man slammed on the brakes and swerved to the far side of the road. I stood and watched defiantly as each car pulled as far to the other side of the road as possible and crept passed me, careful not to throw any gravel in my directions. Each of the men stared rigidly ahead, refusing to meet my glare. I could plainly see fear on thier faces.
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