Hello everyone! Im relaunching my “The New Neighbor” t-shirt campaign! If I can get at least 80 reservations, they will go into print! All of the shirts are high-quality cotton, manufactured and shipped internationally from America! All profits will go towards my “Ryo” film project, and other endeavours! Reserve yours today!
I went to my chiropractor today, to tend to a pulled muscle in my leg, that occurred a few days ago.
The office wasn’t that busy, and it’s usually a casual, family friendly atmosphere.
While I was waiting to be called back, a little girl (maybe 2 or 3) went over to get a book for her grandmother to read to her.
The little girl handed the book to her grandmother, then climbed up on her lap to hear the story.
I wanted to hear it too. Maybe more than the little girl.
I was almost ecstatic, but I just kept to myself in my little corner of the waiting area…listening very carefully to grandma’s tender voice.
The grandmother couldn’t read the english part too well, so she read the Japanese translation.
The little girl seemed to enjoy the book, turning the pages faster than her grandmother could read them. Finally, grandma gave up and relinquished the book to her granddaughter.
I was having a surreal moment, one that I thought I would never see. Ever.
The book was “The New Neighbor”…one of my first books ever published, and definitely “my baby” among my other ones. It’s slowly becoming a part of book retailer’s catalogs and websites around the world…and hope it continues to grow.
I had gifted a copy to the clinic a couple of years ago, as a token of appreciation for all the times they had kept me upright and walking. I have no idea how many have seen, or read it until today.
All I know is, as a writer, it’s an honor to discreetly watch someone take the time read and share something that you have written. No one ever expects to read a book, with the author being just five or so feet away. The book was in the habitat that it was meant to be in…no way was I going to upset that.
The little girl eventually put the book back in its place on the bookshelf for the next reader, and chose another.
I hope Ryo and his family have a new fan today.
I hope I have a new fan, as well.
Small town America teaches you a lot. You may not always love it, but you know it made you who you are today. I grew up in Cordova, Alabama…as well as other small towns. Here are 31 signs you grew up in small town America…
With my son being “halfu”, plus facing the possibility of going to a public school, I wonder always how he will be treated. I just hope that his kind and happy nature will win people over, and he won’t have any problems.
“Being exposed to this kind of treatment day in day out is a subtle reminder that I will never blend into the societal fabric. I’ve heard this being referred to as racial fatigue.”