The Little Old Man & the Godzilla of Righteous Energy

I'm thinking about two Terry Dobson aikido stories:

the subway story (https://www.dailygood.org/story/133/an-old-japanese-love-warrior-terry-dobson/) where the right word at the right volume stops a drunken fight

and

the emergency room story where

"...screaming "Ahhhhhhhh!" at the top of his lungs this Puerto Rican guy burst into the Emergency Room.  He was a big man, a body builder or maybe a professional wrestler.  Blood was trickling down his totally shaven head.  He was wearing a pair of bikini underpants and nothing else.  No shirt, no shoes, no pants, nothing.

"He came in running at full speed screaming at the top of his lungs.  He was the most frightening thing you've ever seen in your life.  He ran past the nurses' station.  Beyond it, there was a door on his right sheathed in lexan.  It was obviously bullet-proof.  Two big New York City cops flanked this door on either side.  They were carrying guns.

"Without stopping, the guy raced up, hit the door hard, and smashed his way through it.  His energy must have been incredibly and obviously righteous, because those armed cops just stepped aside and let him through.  He was bizarre in the extreme, he was like Godzilla, right?"

Right behind him come five women holding a baby.  The Godzilla of righteous energy comes back out the door with the doctor by the throat saying, "Fix him!"

And the baby lives.

I'm thinking about those stories and other ways to

"...remain alert so as not to get run down, but it turns out you only have to hop a few feet to one side and the whole huge machinery rolls by, not seeing you at all" as the poet Lew Welch wrote.

My notes on Terry Dobson are at  https://www.dailykos.com/stories/2007/11/30/416404/-Terry-Dobsons-Aikido-Journey