So much to say, so little to desire to write. I have been burned out from work.
Yesterday, a customer I’ve developed a work-related friendship with called out to me as I rushed past him. I apprehensively turned around and walked back to him. He told me a story.
‘There was an American man who traveled to Japan during war. The Japanese consulate denied him a new visa so he went to sit in a park. He drank tea and wrote a poem, then went back to the consulate to present it. After reading the poem, the consulate granted him a new visa.’
My customer inhaled sharply to stifle his tears.
’The poem read:
Drinking a bowl of
I stop the war.’
We parted ways.
He is a teacher.