Fire Destroys Wood
Fire represents our passion and desire, and our energy to survive and thrive.
The Five Elements is a structure to meet needs in acupuncture and acupressure healing practices. Sometimes, what is sprouting, the Wood energy, is a danger to surviving and thriving.
Wood energy is everything that sprouts from the Earth. Fire energy includes our defenses, when needed for survival. If war is not a necessity for survival, it destroys resources and diminishes our probability of surviving and thriving.Sometimes, standing up to the warring leaders is the right move for survival.
This is the story of my return to street fighting, and my first ever Red Card.
In case you missed my “fighting” history, it went something like this. I would see someone 
being a bully, and I’d walk over and tell him that I thought he was a dick. He would look at the small, awkward, feminine man–child in front of him, and declare war. aka. “Ima gonna kick ur ass.” lol
being a bully, and I’d walk over and tell him that I thought he was a dick. He would look at the small, awkward, feminine man–child in front of him, and declare war. aka. “Ima gonna kick ur ass.” lolMost times, as soon as they saw the intensity of my anger, the war was over. They put up a tiny fight, but they were already in retreat thinking, “OMG this guy is ______.“
Recently, a female soccer coach witnessed my anger, and said, “I don’t know what kind of person you are, but you are not right!”
YOU DECIDE…who was RIGHT!?…
My daughter Sacred’s team was just about to come on to the field, and the two teams ahead were gathering and exiting. I watched an angry woman walk up to the refs saying “what he said was not appropriate and I want him reprimanded.”
Then I see a soft Mexican man walk up (the opposing coach). His english is not the best, but it’s clear he wants to explain his perspective. “You misunderstood, ma’am.” I could feel how soft he was from 20 feet away. And how hard this woman was. She wanted blood, and the jury was unanimous, this case is closed.
She was a bully!
The soft manly Mexican coach said, “Please, you don’t understand.” The hard womanly coach was joined by her assistant, shouting over him, “No, we heard what you said.”
I heard the intensity of attack increasing, as it got louder, but it was the intensity of how hurtful it felt that tripped my switch.
Suddenly, I was louder than everyone, “Are you kidding me…you aren’t going to let this man explain his perspective?!?” The woman coach turned her hardness toward me, shouting that there is no excuse for what he did. He said “make love” in a crowd of girl soccer players.
She even puffed her chest at me and poked her finger at my chest to claim dominance. The response she received was described as “You are not right,” but isn’t THIS “right?”
It is reasonable to consider the accused man’s perspective, right? That is the structure of Justice; but I didn’t need a trial. I could feel both coaches intentions, hers being war and his was peace.
I’ve been non-violent for 15 years, but apparently my bark is still pretty intense.
I said, “You made those words bad!” With finger pointing back, and intense intensity. lol She backed away from me and said, softly, “I don’t know what kind of person you are, but you are not right.”
Then the hairy dude in charge gave me an earful. “You are not helping, you are inflaming this situation.“
I walked away with the old familiar adrenaline rush of a street fight. Considerably less able to choke back the tears. The Mexican coach caught me and thanked me for taking the heat off him.
I was doing lunges and push up/V-ups to use up the remaining trembling energy, when I see Mexican coach walking back toward me. He has a girl with him. She is his girl, and He is her coach daddy. She walks right up to the sweaty, hairy man with the Captain America logo on his chest. “I want to thank you for standing up for my father. He is a good man. He is a minister, and coach of girls soccer, he wouldn’t hurt anyone.”
I gruffly replied, “Yeah, SHE was the bad guy.“
Mexican coach approaches the Captain. He said, “Sir, you can’t imagine being under such attack, and nobody understands the way I speak, I don’t have the best English.” With my chest puffed out, I say, “I might be able to relate.“
“Coach daddy” shared his perspective with me since nobody else would listen. The hard woman coach heard “make love” in her own head. It was not an “inappropriate joke” or “lack of healthy boundaries”…he actually didn’t even say those words. She heard him wrong. Cuz he talks funny. Lol.
They gushed a bit more, touching and thanking the Captain.
I got a yellow card from the coach after my first confrontation. When the hairy dude in charge walked by, I informed him, “I did help that situation. I protected the innocent.” He stopped and turned, loudly proclaiming how I am “not a help to this society, and I may be a danger to all we see.” I tried to explain the little girl thing. lol.
Even louder, he said “I had no place to step in to his business. He was in charge! He was handling the situation and I made it worse.“
I hit the loud notes again, “It was not being handled until I stepped in.”
Red Card. F@ck. Coach waved me away, and honestly, I was relieved to get away.
My Fire destroyed the sprouting hurt of an innocent man.
I’m not sure what is right, but I will take the love of the little girl, over the approval of a hairy man, every single day.
Beautiful. Perfectly related. I Heard the Mexican coach, and you Clearly, because you took the time to tell the story. Thank you (Again!). I Also Heard the poor Other coach. Chip on her shoulder, “loaded for bear” against Anyone who challenged her “opinion”.
You did what you do Best , Stand in the gap, Speak out against injustice, and try to be a Voice of Reason.
Well Done, Again!
Well, I’m fairly unreasonable, when it comes to injustice. Thank YOU!