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CHAPTER 12




                                               USING ADVERSITY










                     Super-Heavyweight Finals, Wong Fei Hung All Kung Fu Championships September 2 001

                A  230-pound  giant  glowered  and  raised  his  wrist  to  mine.   His  heavy  sweating  face

                smelled  of  rage.  This  guy  was  an  accomplished  fighter  with  a  mean  streak  and  lots  of
                friends at the tournament.  He wanted to tear me apart.  The referee stood frozen,  poised to
                set  us  loose  for  round  two.   I  took  a  deep  breath,   exhaled,   and  felt  the  blood  pumping
                through my body, t he ground soft beneath my feet.

                    In   seven   weeks   I   would   defend   my   title   as   Tai   Chi   Chuan   Push   Hands
                Middleweight  U.S.  Champion,  and  at  170  pounds  I  had  entered  the  super  heavyweight
                division  of  a  regional  tournament  for  the  extra  training.  Maybe  it  was  bad  timing  for
                an  experiment,  but  I  was  curious  to  see  how  I  could  do  against  men  much  bigger  and

                stronger than myself.
                    In the first round I had neutralized the big man’s strength,  used it against him.  Now
                I  had  him  mad,  aggressive,  and  off  balance.  The  ref  gave  the  signal  and  my  opponent
                exploded   into   me,   a   brutal   attack,   coming   fast   from   all   angles   but   somehow   in   slow

                motion  when  I  relaxed  into  the  moment.  In  Tai  Chi  the  artist  learns  to  turn  aggression
                back  onto  itself,  but  this  is  easier  said  than  done  when  the  incoming  violence  is  honed  by
                decades  of  martial  training.  My  shoulder  slipped  back  when  his  left  hand  flew  forward,
                his   fist   filled   the   empty   space,   but   then   his   right   hand   surged   toward   my   stomach.   I

                melted   away   before   the   force   connected,   caught   his   right   elbow,   and   followed   the
                momentum.  Next  thing  I  knew  the  guy  was  flying  away  from  me,  spinning  twice  in  the
                air  before  righting  himself  eight  feet  away.  He  shook  his  head  and  came  back  at  me.
                Only  a  minute  to  go  and  I  will  have  won  the  finals.  He  attacked  and  I  slipped  aside,

                sensed  I  had  him  off  balance,  but  then  his  shoulder  ripped  into  me  and  I  heard  a  crack.
                My  hand  felt  icy  hot.  I  knew  it  was  broken.  The  pain  jolted  me  into  deeper  focus.  Time
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