Little Tiger

I wrote this on behalf of my dad. Typing using a keyboard gets to be too hard as he has osteoporosis and with a back that can no longer straighten out. Furthermore, he just recently had a fall and a heart attack and is still going through rehab at the hospital.

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During military training, there was one guy who is at least a head taller and very strong. He can easily grab a huge boulder that is too heavy for anyone else to move, walk and place it wherever he wants to use as a seat. He likes bullying people around and while others are afraid of him, I just ignored him.

One evening, I was stitching up the holes in my socks under the light of a lantern. Unannounced and without a word, this fellow came and snatched the lantern away from me. I was very angry but I held back and said “hey, wait a sec, I am not done yet. I cannot finish repairing my socks without the light.” The guy just couldn’t care less, and with the attitude of what can you do about it started to walk away. I couldn’t hold back anymore and grab and punched him in the jaw knocking him down. He tried to get up and then I hit him one more time, this time on the mouth and his front teeth fell off. Blood was splattering all over and others came to stop us.

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While the guy was whimpering away, others who saw it said “well, he deserve it.”. From then on, he is nicknamed as the “Little Tiger”.

Yes, he did win the fight but he also broke one of his fingers. With the medic at that time, it was never repaired properly and hence, he has a finger that he cannot bend for the rest of his life.

My dad usually deal with people with a smile. However, if you push him hard enough where he feels insulted, well, watch out! He is in his 90s but he still has a very clear mind and won’t be pushed around.