This is precisely why I said on a podcast a few years ago that the most surprising (and soul-crushing) phenomenon of the human condition is the inability for most people to alter their anchored positions irrespective of the tsunami of evidence that you show them to the contrary.
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An injured hornbill in Amsterdam receives two 3D-printed beaks in a groundbreaking procedure
The bird had struggled to eat because of its damaged beak. Following surgery at ARTIS Zoo, it started using its new beaks and was able to pick up food independently
The devil whispered in my ear
‘you are not strong enough to survive this storm’
I whispered back
‘well at least I didn’t lose my fucking fiddle to some hillbilly from Georgia’
For fifty eight years, my boss in Tokyo believed that beef should be sliced as thin as paper.
In Japan, we cook thin meat for four seconds in boiling broth. That is our way.
Then last month, the YouTube algorithm showed Director Sato a video of a man in Texas smoking a brisket.
It changed his life.
On Monday morning, he called me to his desk. His eyes were bloodshot.
"Have you seen this?" he whispered, turning his monitor toward me. "The American pitmaster does not sleep for sixteen hours. He sits by the fire in the dark. He guards the meat like a castle."
I said, "Sir, it is just a barbecue."
He slammed his hand on the desk.
"This is not cooking," he said. "This is a vigil."
Last Saturday was our annual company picnic by the river in Kanagawa. Normally, we grill thin meat and yakisoba for two hours and go home at 2:00 PM.
I arrived at 9:30 AM to help set up.
Director Sato was already there.
I want to be accurate here: he had been sitting in a folding chair since 10:00 PM on Friday night. He was wearing a towel around his head and staring at a massive black barrel smoker he had imported from Oklahoma.
Inside I said: THIS MAN HAS ABANDONED CORPORATE LIFE FOR THE SMOKE.
When we tried to help him, he held up a pair of metal tongs and clicked them twice.
"Step back," he said calmly. "The stall has begun. Nobody opens the lid."
Twelve Japanese accountants stood in complete silence around a barrel for four more hours. Nobody dared to eat a single noodle until he gave the signal.
At 1:45 PM, he sliced the meat. It fell apart on the cutting board.
My boss looked at the pink smoke ring, nodded once, and wiped a single tear from his cheek.
He has already submitted an official budget request for a trailer smoker for next fiscal year.
My wife teaches English at a high school in Japan.
Last week, she gave her students a writing prompt:
"If you could be American for one day, what would you do?"
She read me the answers at dinner. She had to stop three times because she was laughing too hard.
"Own a pickup truck. I don't need a truck. I just want to say, 'Don't worry, I'll grab the truck.'"
"Have a garage. Not for a car. For 'stuff.'"
"Buy 48 rolls of toilet paper at Costco. I live with my parents. I want them anyway."
"Get a free refill. Then another one. Then another one. Until they ask me to leave. They won't ask me to leave."
"Water my lawn at 6 a.m. in a bathrobe and wave at my neighbor."
"Call my teacher 'dude.'" (My wife underlined this one. Twice.)
"Hang a flag on my house for no reason. Just because it's Tuesday."
And a lot of them wrote some version of this:
"Tell my dad I love him. Out loud. At the dinner table."
Then she had the class vote for the best answer.
The winner wasn't funny. It came from the funniest kid in the class. The truck kid.
"Stand up when the anthem plays, put my hand on my heart, and look around and see everybody else doing it too."
My wife asked him why he picked that one.
He shrugged.
"Because then you're never proud alone."
There was once a shepherd who found a wolf caught in a snare at the edge of his pasture.
The wolf begged to be freed.
“I was hungry,” it said. “That is all. Spare me, and I will remember your mercy!”
The shepherd cut the rope.
The next night, three lambs were gone.
Again the shepherd found the wolf. Again it pleaded. Again the shepherd convinced himself that mercy was proof of his goodness.
By winter, half the flock was dead.
An old farmer finally asked him, “Why do you keep freeing it?”
The shepherd answered, “Because I refuse to become cruel.”
The farmer looked at the empty field and said, “Then understand what you have done. You were not merciful to the wolf. You were cruel to everything that trusted you to keep them safe.”
That’s the lesson.
Mercy without judgment isn’t virtue. When someone openly intends to destroy what has been entrusted to you, endless forgiveness doesn’t make you righteous. It makes everyone behind you pay for your vanity.