By Cindy Moy: The Husband, an American of Chinese descent, and I attended a wedding in a small town in Ohio. Everyone was wonderful to us for three days. One night we were walking back to our car with my in-laws and passed three teenage boys, sitting in a doorway along the sidewalk, drinking beer. I knew what was coming.
They took one look at my family and began making karate chop noises.
My husband ignored them.
My in-laws ignored them.
I was upset.
When we got back to the hotel my husband said, “I can remember this weekend for the dozens of truly nice people we’ve met, or I can remember it for three drunken idiots on a sidewalk.”
The Husband was able to take away the power those teenage twits had used to try to intimidate him. Continue reading