this book hit young men so hard because you’re in middle school being forced to read the absolute worst most torturous irrelevant things imaginable for multiple years and then out of nowhere they hit you with 200 pages of “kid has to survive in the woods with an axe”
You should treat other people with dignity—not because they deserve it; they often don’t—but because it corrupts your own spirit to act with indignity and cruelty.
@wrongbutkind I play dueling piano shows every weekend, often in small towns. We get invited to “the bar” afterwards. We walk in. Literal applause from the bar. Me inside: oh, god, why?
So I get ya.
One of the best meals I ate in Japan was breakfast at a small shop run by an elderly woman. Perfect milk bread toast, a small salad, incredible creamy dressing, and a soft boiled egg. Just grandma's cooking for a thankful gaijin.
To everyone in America, listen to me very carefully.
It’s October. In Japan, taxes just went up again,
and the cost of living is climbing higher by the day.
Right down the street from where I live,
there is a tiny, old fashioned Japanese eatery.
Every morning at 4 AM, the kitchen light flickers on
as an elderly man begins simmering the day's broth.
Big commercial chains have taken over the block,
yet his prices haven't budged.
He serves the same honest, warm plates day after day.
One morning, an elderly woman leaned over
the counter and whispered:
"Coming here for your warm meal
is the only thing that keeps me going."
Hearing that, the old man turned away,
quietly wiping a tear with the corner of his apron.
Ingredient costs doubled. Utility bills hit record highs.
Yet, the handwritten numbers on his chalkboard menu
remain untouched.
"If I raise prices," he told me,
"there are neighbors who won't be able to afford
a warm meal anymore."
Across this nation,
thousands of quiet souls live just like this.
Waking up before dawn not for fat margins,
but simply to put a warm plate in front of someone
who needs it.
Can we truly call a nation prosperous
when it leaves these people behind?
Corporate cash reserves break historic records.
Small, honest businesses vanish at unprecedented rates.
Wealth piles up in closed rooms,
while our neighborhoods quietly lose their warmth.
The true treasure of this country
isn't the glittering neon of the financial district.
It’s the nameless grandfather flicking on
the kitchen light at 4 AM,
cooking warm food for someone else.
@_donutninja Lovely. Best egg salad sandwich I ever had was surprisingly at a whiskey distillery. Thick sliced bread, with cured egg yolks shaved over the cut halves, sprinkled with fresh chives.