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Dobson had been intensively training in aikido almost every day for three years, and was eager to put that practice into "real" action. Although he knew his teacher had said that aikido is the art of reconciliation, and that even wanting to fight means that you've already lost touch with the Universe, Dobson, in his youthful eager way, wanted to physically take down this threatening drunk in an act of righteous justice.
Just as Dobson was starting to egg the drunk into attacking him, however, a little old man interrupted by calling out joyfully to the drunken man. In a cheerful manner, the little old man started talking to the drunk, asking friendly questions and going on about his own family and the persimmon tree in his garden.
Soon thereafter, the drunk's nasty exterior had melted away. He was weeping, explaining his wife had died, that he'd lost his job and his home, and that his life was a total wreck and that he was terribly ashamed ... he was lying with his head on the little old man's lap, while the old man stroked his dirty hair. The would-be attacker had been brought to peace -- all without a single martial arts move.
Dobson realized that what he had witnessed was real aikido in action. What he had wanted to do -- vigilante-style, self-righteous justice -- was not aikido. What the old man had done, though, was aikido as it was meant to be -- humble, gentle love, bringing peace and healing.