For all the obstacles placed in his path, Reverend Martin C. C. Wang
has led a charmed life. He keeps defying the odds. Perhaps it’s luck.
Or maybe there is something much, much more to it than that. For starters,
there is the matter of the party of the century. And then, of course, there
is the matter of ren chingwei. Never, ever doubt
the power of ren chingwei.
The Reverend Wang is my father-in-law. I watch him walking block after
block within our complex, cheerfully smiling and waving to our neighbors,
a familiar sight in his windbreaker, baggy jeans, and large white sneakers.
These days he seems as serene as the Dalai Lama himself. Last month he walked
to the very bottom of the huge waterfalls in Bushkill, Pennsylvania, and then
climbed back to the very top, much to his pride and delight, but also much
to my dry-mouthed chagrin: for he has critical coronary artery disease, his
native vessels almost completely occluded, the bypass grafts that he received
10 years ago also obstructed. That he can accomplish what he does with several
collateral vessels defies logic.
Louie T. The Pastor and the Party of the Century. JAMA. 2005;293(15):1835-1836. doi:10.1001/jama.293.15.1835