In remembrance of Mr. T, who I don’t really know but once gave me inspiration

The grass was green, and the sun was hanging high diligently giving off heat onto the earth.

When we were all focus on an EE III meeting, not egoistically but with a tiny pinch of anxiousness in the atmosphere, an elderly man from a distance was walking steadily pace by pace in a uniform fashion across the grass field towards the balcony of the apartment. The balcony and the grass field were at even level, only separated by a low fence. As the elderly man was approaching the fence, the fence did not seem to interfere his march: lifting his left leg horizontally off the grass field making a ninety degrees angle to his hip, crossing the fence, landing firmly onto the balcony floor; in the same fashion, lifting his right leg horizontally off the grass field making a ninety degrees angle to his hip, crossing the fence, landing firmly onto the balcony floor. There was not any sign of stumbling or any awkwardness during the leap. He continued onto his journey in the same left-right-left-right pace quietly into the apartment.

A few of us looked upon our pastor with query on our faces, and then our pastor told us the elderly master was 師母嗰爸爸. I was pretty awed by the sense of “stillness” in all his various movements: walking across the grass field, leaping cross the fence, entering into the apartment as one uniform flow.

My young sight continued to follow his journey wondering if he could pass through walls :-) No magic, but “stillness & firmness” in all his movements on every step regardless whether it was a regular pace or performing a ninety degrees leg-to-hip leap, along his journey, till he quietly disappeared from my sight into a room through a door frame.

Salute!