$1 canned coffee・・an extraordinary encounter in life
One summer day afternoon in Nagoya city, I saw a man searching for some change at a vending machine. Without knowing it, I bought a $1 canned coffee from the vending machine And put out my hand in front of him with the coffee He stared at me into my eyes for one instant moment but accepted the canned coffee bluntly without a word, turned around and walked away. Yes,he was a homeless man. That was 18 years ago.
Then I saw him today wondering in the city, locked his eyes straight ahead His long and silver hair has grown way past his shoulder. His shirt and pants are torn and faded in gray under the summer heat He was looking straight with merciless eyes like that of a predator ready to hunt on his prey. Somehow he had a Roman looks with high nose And his way of walking posture- leaning a bit forward- is like that of Kabuki Rennjishi play, (a string of lions) dancing with dignity thru the main passage on stage
I can’t imagine the harsh and severe life he is going thru in the city for 18 years without a bed to sleep in and without a prepared table food Every time I see this man on the street, I am deeply touched and admire his strength of life.
Or I could be wrong. And I hope I’m right. Every time as he turns around the corner of that park ahead, He is greeted by a 30ft long black limousine with a dressed chauffeur opening its rear seat door. And then he changes into his formal wear and the chauffeur takes him to some top-floor restaurant for dinner. You never know. I really hope this is what’s happening behind that corner.
What I did 18years ago with a $1 canned coffee still leaves me with a pleasure of deepest impression and courage 18years later.
I got cancer 8 years ago, but this is nothing to compare with his difficult life in the city for 18 years.