Children of the Rising Sun |Part One|

|By Sushilove51 | Photo by Tim Donsho |

Prof. Jen taught me most of my first two years in college. Going to a U.S. College overseas there’s not much choice. The base tends to hire teachers with a million degrees and able to teach multiple subjects.

This wasn’t a problem for me. I liked Jen’s style. She was a smiley free-spirit who brought M & M’s to class. What’s not to like? Since we had to spend three hours a day, for two days a week. We could only hope for a little bit of fun.

There were rumors that some Professors were so boring students would fail just to end the misery. These stories made me feel lucky to have Jen. Not only was she easy to get along with but was also professional. Yes, at times the lectures went off course. They were fruitful nonetheless.

She spoke of her dreams, her travels, and her dance school. And in the end the whole class got A’s.

It was good to hear from a woman who dreamed big and got to see them come to life. It’s nice to know someone who was rewarded well due to the level of risk taken. Overall she sent a good vibe that flowed throughout our class room.

We had a lot of breaks that were used perfectly like a good coach uses a time out for there team to re-group. Maybe we showed a face that showed it was time. This allowed  students to get into some good conversation with each other. We mostly talked about upcoming events.

There was a musician who was planning on making a music video. He was always looking for someone who wanted to be a part of the them.

“Hey dude, you should show up. We all hang out, then get sushi afterwards”

“I don’t know, I appreciate the invite but I got some things to do”.

I would be tempted to go but wouldn’t be 100% sure about the decision. After all I’ve partied for a majority of my life. I figured it was time to head to another direction.

One guy did get my attention and showed me the way when he mentioned the annual event his squadron throws. A party at a near by orphanage. They serve American Style BBQ, brings gifts, talk and play with the children. Something in me lit up when I heard about it all. I wanted to be a part of it.

An Orphan must carry a heavy burden with them. These are children who have been abandoned or separated from their relatives somehow to live in a strange home with other kids. I guess I felt it was time. I didn’t have too much. But, what I did have I wanted to give.

That weekend I took the invite and brought some friends who I thought would be interested in tagging along. Friends with the right priorities. In the military some people do things like visiting orphanages with selfish motives. They do it for the bullets (highlights of experience) that military members type on these performance reports in hopes to further their career. I wanted to go with those whose motives were pure and had a genuine emotion to care. Other wise the trip would of felt tainted.

I remember the moment I walked in those doors holding bags of food and soda. The kids greeted us with loud pitches of excitement. Big Smiles. Happy that we’d come to visit. They’d stare at us with a look that revealed there gratitude. Maybe we symbolized hope to them. Hope that since  foreigners came to give presents and spend time with them that one day this would happen permanently one day.

The kid’s ages ranged from 4-18. The majority of them being younger. Only a few were actually 13 and up. I remember a little 5 year who ran up to me as soon as my arms let go the bags of food I carried. He wanted to be picked up. This only was after 20 minutes of walking in. I gave him a high five. But, my heart turned into mash potatoes when I saw how bad he wanted to be held. He desired affection. Just for a moment. He wanted to feel loved. I didn’t want to fail him. So I carried him and told the caretakers he was very playful kid. They remarked that he’s always been this way.

This made me wonder where his parents were and why he was here. If this was my son I don’t know if I could go a day without giving or receiving that affection. It’s energizing to see someone on earth who just wants your affection and in return you give it the same. No cost. I don’t think he even budged when the food was being served. He just wanted to play games with the foreigners. A similar pattern with the other children as well.

The girls were getting their hair braided by the women. And the other men were playing catch with the little guys. Reading stories to them. Teaching them dance moves. Enjoying each other’s company.

Later, I find out these kids have survived some tragedies. Abusive homes, homes with low income that couldn’t maintain. Homes that weren’t happy. Homes that weren’t healthy. Life isn’t fair. I only hope that one day these children see glory.

Are there injustices you see in the world you want to fix?

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62 thoughts on “Children of the Rising Sun |Part One|”

  1. It’s the same feeling I had when I went to a charity activity. It was heart breaking…If only there’s a magic wand that could change the situation in one sway of a hand. But simple act of kindness can make a big difference. There are a lot of people like you out there who make their world a better place.

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    1. yeah, something about going to there. you take it home with you at night. think about how they dont have a parent to tuck them in or read a bed time story. thats true about being kind eveybody needs love. you never know what someones experiencing

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      1. so true. we hear the same quotes echo throughout our lives. “better to give than receive” sometimes it just sounds like a hallmark card. It isn’t until we internalize it that it we can spread the good news about it. And others know it’s genuine ^_^!

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  2. What a heart-warming post from someone whose intention is good and pure. I have been to charity events where everyone came to show off their clothes and “good works”. Every person like you who is kind counteracts all the badness in the world so keep up the good work! I have been volunteering from age 15 to 58 – it has enhanced my life.

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    1. im sorry you had to see that. That seems sad to go to charity events with that intention. Just like the volunteers who showed up for the promotion perks. There is hope. plot of the people that I came with did have good intentions and showed up to event and numerous times under the radar. Spending money out of there paychecks to have money nights and pizza parties with the children ^_^

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  3. Wow this post is touching and heartwarming. Was this orphanage in Japan?

    My wife is Japanese American, 2nd generation born in the US.

    Years ago I wanted my kids to visit an orphanage so they could find purpose in life, but the one time I took my young son to Mexico, it was impossible to find my way around. It was frightening, actually. Now I want my grand kids to find their higher purpose by visiting an orphanage and feeling the need to help, but their Dad is like I was, convinced that anything south of the US is too dangerous to visit. I wonder if there are orphans in Canada? I’ll google it. 🙂

    Looks like there are: http://www.adoption.ca/canadas-waiting-children

    Man, I wish I’d thought of that years ago. Maybe I’ll drive up there. Hmm.

    By the way, thanks for reading so many of my blog posts. That really made my day! 🙂

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    1. Hello Sir. I appreciate your sentiments. Yes there are many orphanages located in the Prefecture. But this one specifically has the largest occupants in the area. And they have a good relationship with the U.S. Navy that began decades ago.

      Your a lucky man. Japanese women from what I’ve noticed are very honorable. And dedicated to the family.

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      1. For sure. Despite being born and raised in the US, my wife is the most level-headed person I’ve ever known. She never, and I mean never, loses her temper, shouts or says mean things. I totally blame her for the 39-year success of our marriage. I fought a lot with some of my former girlfriends — about little things that shouldn’t have mattered. That’s not to say that my wife is a pushover. She’s more strong-willed than I am, a million times more of a natural leader, keeps our financial books, and is generally much more interested in having things done her way than I am in having things done my way. It’s difficult to accurately describe a person in a few words, but I do count myself extremely lucky to have married her. I suspect some of her personality traits are related to the genetic and/or epigenetic influences of her mild-mannered dad and his dad who was from the southern Japanese island, Okinawa, where things are pretty kick-back and people tend to live past a hundred years, no problem. Also he was the first Buddhist Priest in the Hawaiian Islands and is still revered in Okinawa as “one of the five” whatever that means. None of us knows.

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    2. It’s very refreshing to hear a grandfather desire to want that for there children and grandchildren. To be heroes and want to help the less fortunate. That’s very brave to venture out into Mexico like that. Getting involved with helping orphans impacts people differently but it seems to be always in a positive way. Yeah If your not familiar with the area. It sounds like a bad idea to be wandering around. I hope u make it out with your grandchildren to that orphanage.

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    3. yeah. going once can get you hooked. We went ended up going back to orphanage almost weekly without funding and spent a lot of money celebrating birthdays and organizing events. But id do it over again and again.

      Yes sir. I’ve been on a wordpress blog binge recently. Its a new community Im just getting to know. I like hearing whats going on in everyday life from bloggers it seems more authentic. Your welcome enjoy your day. Wish you blessings.

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      1. I really enjoy your writing. Makes me wish I was young again and out there experiencing the real world instead of sitting inside studying in hopes of living a real life sometime later. I basically wasted most of my teens and all of my 20’s studying while life passed me by. Rookie mistake. Glad you’re actually living! 🙂

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