What you see here is a picture of one person, the author of this book, first as a young lad aged ten with a French name And pictured below is the same person as an adult, this time with an American...mehr sehenWhat you see here is a picture of one person, the author of this book, first as a young lad aged ten with a French name And pictured below is the same person as an adult, this time with an American name.
This is a story I’ve wanted to tell for quite a few years, especially as I’m getting older, and being aware that virtually none of my family or friends know any of the details about the first ten (10) years of my life that I spent in Japan during and after The Second World War.
I’m also mindful in this day and age of how many Americans take their life here for granted, scanning the hourly electronic headlines without relating to what is really happening worldwide. I’m concerned about the apathy I witness every day, as we see on occasion people in the street being stopped by a reporter and being asked questions about current or recent events. The answers are amazing to behold, as virtually 95% of the people asked these questions have no clue to the answer.
As a refugee migrating from Japan in 1950 and seeing first-hand the devastation of the war, and then coming to America and realizing what a miracle nation this is has made me realize how lucky I have been, considering the millions throughout the world who never had the chance to emigrate.
There are no simple solutions to what I’ve talked about here, but I have faith in the 300 million plus citizens of this great nation who never make it to the headlines. Our future lies with them, and I am fully confident that our nation is strong and will be able to overcome future challenges and obstacles.weniger sehen