Ladies,
On a train from London to Paris, I met a true Master...she was traveling with her 22 year old daughter. They had been in europe showing her paintings and celebrating her daughter's graduation from nursing school.
As we were all getting on the train she smiled at my daughters. I nodded to this woman as I noticed her interest in my kids. She was in her early sixties, blond haired and a bit overweight. I could see from her gait that she most certainly suffered from health problems. But, from the twinkle in her eye and the smile she radiated, I knew there was something special about this woman.
As soon as we were situated in are seats, my wife pulled from her satchel schoolwork for the kids. Though, we were on vacation, our "homeschooled kids" still had to do there work. The woman, watched intently as the kids did their math problems.
She then blurted out, "your children are unusally focused". Few people can reckon the talents and abilities of people simply by the way they walk or move.
I simply said, "thank you". After all, my children are representations of the values and beliefs that I and my wife hold.
"I'm a teacher and I can tell you your children are quite bright", she continued.
"Oh really...I'm really interested in "educational techniques", I said as I looked forward to hearing her opinions. Any person, place and situation is an opportunity to uncover truth.
"Well, do you mind if I switch seats and join you", she asked. "Great...then I will share with you my years of research and education", she muttered under her breath. I smiled to myself thinking this woman is quite confident...quite confident.
In the next three hours we scoped each other out, sparred a bit and then settled down into a mutual respect. We knew that like-kind always attracts like-vibration even on a train to Paris.
This true master was not a martial artist. But, a master nonetheless. I was to discover many things about her in that short 3 hours: a few doctorate degrees, a private educational consultant regarding brain research and educational technques, and the fact that she was a woman who had taught in the canadian prisons.
I would also learn that she was a woman whose gait may have been unhealthy, but a woman who walked quite comfortably in the power she possessed. It is one of the tell-tale signs of a true master.
As time unfolds, I'd like to tell you more about this true master. I'd like to tell you about the man she defended herself against. He is in prison now, in a wheelchair and with a broken spine. I'd like to tell you about her days hunting from horseback, in the Canadian outback, exhiting her painting in Venice and getting into the mind of a psychopathic killer...but, then that's for another time.
Joseph T. Oliva Arriola
Grandmaster Kamatuuran School of Kalijin