The following
is a story of a recent situation that has left me in shock. I nearly came to
blows with a man. I had an encounter with God. And my view of the Hong Kong
society has been irreparably scarred.
I was out
with my wife and kids for an evening walk on Saturday. We were heading up an
escalator to a shopping mall entrance.
Sidenote:
It’s pretty much an unwritten rule for people riding escalators to stand on the
right while people who wishes to pass may do so on the left.
I was pushing
the twin stroller which was wide enough to occupy the entire width of the
escalator. Needless to say, passing us was not an option.
So I’m riding
the escalator with the twin stroller in front of me and I hear footsteps
approaching behind me. The approaching person got up to the step right behind
me and stomped hard on the final step.
I’m not an
idiot; I knew what that meant. He was upset I was in his way.
Sidenote: I
think it’s important to note that this escalator wasn’t one of those really
long ones. It’s one story up and takes probably 10 or 15 seconds even if you
just stood still the entire time.
Anyway, his
behavior is trivial to me at this point. He’s just being a jerk. I let things
like this slide because otherwise, I’d be too busy being mad about every jerk I
see on the street.
What happens
next is what pushed me over the edge.
I get off the
escalator. He brushes past my shoulder, walked quickly ahead until he was a
couple of feet ahead of me and loudly uttered the F-word.
W. O. W.
I took
exception from this not because of the F-word. I mean, come’on. It’s so washed
up from overuse in our society and the media. It means nothing at this point.
I took
exception from the fact that this douche had something to say but not the
courage to say it to my face.
So I called
after him “Hey!”
He’s got his
headphones on and pretended not to hear me.
I went after him and called after him again “Hey, you!”
I went after him and called after him again “Hey, you!”
Sidenote: I
left the kids in the stroller behind with my wife. I didn’t completely forget
about them.
He gave me
the finger while walking away! What a coward!
So I went
right up in front of him and told him “If you’ve got something to say, say it
to my face.”
His response:
“Fxxx you!”
Sidenote:
This is Hong Kong. He’s Chinese. He could’ve used a Cantonese slur but he chose
to use the English F-word. That’s why I approached him in English.
Anyway, back
to the story. Basically what went on then was just us getting in each other’s
face. A bunch of profanity came out of our mouths.
Sidenote: If
this was a contest and there was a judge, he’d declare me the winner since the
stuff coming out of the other guy’s mouth made no sense whatsoever.
At this
point, I could have clocked him. He was being hostile. He even pushed me. And I
would have unloaded on him or at least pushed him back had his push been a bit
harder for me to actually feel it.
The fact was
this guy weighed probably 40 pounds lighter than me. I’m not in the best shape
of my life, but I’m 100% confident he was going down if this turned violent. Do
you know of any fathers of twins? Check out his arms. They’re probably huge. It
was simply a physical mismatch. It was like Joey Gamache vs Arturo Gatti.
Search that on YouTube to know what I mean.
Anyway, it
reached somewhat of a boiling point when he bumped me with his chest.
Sidenote: That was
hilarious to me.
I had my fists clenched and I even prepared a fight-plan in my
head.
I told
myself, don’t aim for the head. That’ll just hurt my own hands. Start with a
left hook to the liver. That should expose his right cheek. Double up on the
left with a jab and then combo that into a right cross. Follow-up with another
left hook. Objective wasn’t to hit him with those 3 punches. Just wanted to get
him to cover up so I can finish him off by breaking a couple of ribs with a
right hook.
My fight-plan
never took off. Something happened to me at that point. A wave of calm washed
over me. I’ve no doubt that God was intervening. I had every reason in the
world to just knock that guy out. He instigated a confrontation. He was being
hostile to me. He even threatened my family. But this puny man didn’t matter to
me at that moment. And then it was like God spoke through me because what I said
wasn’t something I would have said at that point.
I told him
calmly “I’m sorry I approached you. You should turn around and leave.”
And he left,
predictably. He knew he wasn’t in a good spot. And that was the end of it.
A couple of
things I took from this encounter:
1. God’s
intervention is powerful. He was able to turn my rage into peace right at the
last moment. While I really wanted to just beat that guy up, I thank the Lord for
giving me the strength which allowed me to simply brush that cowardly prick
away.
2. I’m
embarrassed to be ethnically Chinese and disappointed in the society of Hong
Kong as a whole. I grew up in a country where people go out of their way to
hold doors open for their fellow human-beings. Women need not worry when
pushing a stroller or have heavy luggage when they approach a staircase because
men would actually compete for the right to assist. Neighbors say “good
morning” to each other. Complete strangers would offer to help push your car
when it’s stuck in the snow.
Yet, I’d encountered a man who chose to express his disgust at being delayed a mere couple of
seconds because of my twin stroller. A cowardly man who turned hostile despite
clearly being in the wrong.
Sure, he’s
not representative of all Chinese people. He’s not even representative of all
of Hong Kong. But what type of parents did he have to instill such attitude in
him? And what type of attitude will he instill in his kids? What reason is
there for me to believe there’s hope for our society?