I was on the London underground, minding my own business, when the guy opposite me starts making eye contact with me. He clearly wanted to spar, and I took that as a challenge, stood up, and did my crane stance, ready to fight him then and there. Suddenly, however, the train went around a corner causing me to lose my footing (balance is still something I'm working on) and I fell to the ground.
Unperturbed, I rose to my feet and went back into my fighting stance as quickly as I could, but alas, my rival still wasn't ready to face me before the train went around another turn, causing me to lose balance again. This happened a few more times before I realised that he was beating me without even lifting a finger.
I must admit I lost my cool and anger welled-up inside me. I decided to leave, defeated, humiliated, my most troublesome battle yet. He taught me a valuable lesson though, that I must learn balance, both physically and emotionally, before I'm ready to challenge someone as skilled as he is. I will train every day on the underground until I'm ready to challenge such a master again, I may fall, but I will always rise, I will be calm like the winds.
I look forward to our next battle, master.