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Guest Post: How I Met Chuck Norris and Survived

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If you’ve surfed the internet, watched television, or listened to the radio within the last five years, you've heard the jokes. The hyperbolic ultra-macho exaltation of a once B-list action star, Chuck Norris.

Among my favorites:

- There used to be a street named after Chuck Norris. It was changed on the grounds that no one crosses Chuck Norris and live.
- Death once had a near Chuck experience.
- Chuck Norris' tears can cure cancer. Unfortunately, he never cries.
- Beneath Chuck Norris' beard, there isn't a chin, but another fist.

I'm sure you have your own favorites as well. If not there are websites that can help you find some. As impressive as the jokes make the man sound, the truth was much more impressive.

In college, I had a friend with a connection to this icon/demi-god. She never spoke of her affiliation with the action hero, but looking back, I should've seen the signs. She did after all, own a Total Gym. It was a connection we (a roommate and myself) were unaware of until it was too late.

I saw him first entering the room out of the corner of my eye. By that time it was too late to run. He was less than ten yards from us. Instantly, my fight or flight response was activated. The adrenaline sped my thinking. I assessed my options. Do I run or would that, in the same principle as facing a Grizzly Bear, only force him to instinctively attack (in earnest, I could not outrun my roommate either). Do I drop to my knees and beg for my life or would such an act disgust him to the point of ripping my heart from my chest? All my processing mattered little; I froze still considering my options. I clung to the hope that, just maybe, he was an illusion induced from the long drive.

My roommate saw him too by this time. He was not a figment of my imagination. Fear paralyzed me and the world championship fighter made the first move.

His hand extended. "Hi. I'm Chuck Norris," he said as if an introduction was necessary. (Eric C want me to clarify at the introduction, he did in fact use his full acting name). I took the hand that in all likelihood could crush mine without too much effort and shook.

My roommate took the hand when I was done, looked from person to person in the room and asked, "Are you serious?" We all laughed and he generously showed us around his home. It was as if we were meeting a friend of a friend, not an action hero.

Much like those popular jokes, most of the story above was exaggeration. And as much as I enjoy the jokes they fail to do him justice. In truth, what I saw was a gentle humility of a man who loves his family and his life. While I'm sure he finds it entertaining being referred to as the prototypical badass, I saw him as a really nice guy... who could kill me with a single punch... from the fist beneath his beard.

(Happy April Fools. There's no trick here, just a more humorous post than usual.)

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Now this is funny (from Wikipedia): One of the satirical facts made of Norris states that “There is no theory of evolution. Just a list of creatures Chuck Norris has allowed to live”.

In the abovementioned article, he wrote:
“It’s funny. It’s cute. But here’s what I really think about the theory of evolution: it’s not real. It is not the way we got here. In fact, the life you see on this planet is really just a list of creatures God has allowed to live. We are not creations of random chance. We are not accidents. There is a God, a Creator, who made you and me. We were made in His image, which separates us from all other creatures. By the way, without Him, I don’t have any power. But with Him, the Bible tells me, I really can do all things — and so can you.”


I laughed out loud that Chuck Norris uses his full name in introduction. Seems like such an amazing quirk.


I own a total gym. It’s pretty good.


Here’s another funny star meeting.

It happened several years ago in front of my building in New York City. Harrison Ford was filming a scene for a movie. I walked outside to get a New York Times and there he was, dressed in a jacket and jeans, leaning against the wall with his film crew working on the street.

I ignored the hullabaloo and walked by without looking at Ford and hit the news stand.

After all, New Yorkers ignore stars. Hollywood is such an everyday thing.

Upon my return, I noticed that Harrison Ford was still leaning against my building. F…k this, I thought and ran upstairs, got my camera from inside my apartment, went outside and walked up to Mr. Ford.

“Mr. Ford. I’m a New Yorker and New Yorkers don’t get star struck. But I’m starstruck. Would you mind having my picture taken with you?”

“Sure,” he said with a nice smile. I handed my camera to this guy standing near Ford and asked if he would mind taking the photo. Everyone laughed but I didn’t know why.

“The last time I did something like this was with Greg Louganis,” I said to Mr. Ford as we stood side by side waiting for our photographer to snap the photo.

“I’m not gay.”

“Yeah, but you can’t dive either. You can act but you can’t dive like Greg Louganis.” Ford laughed.

Later, when I developed the pictures I noticed that director Sidney Pollack’s chair was in the photos. Then I remembered his face and realized why everyone was laughing. I’d handed the camera to Sidney Pollack like he was a regular working stiff and asked him to take the picture.

A New York moment.