Why am I writing this? I'm not writing
this to spite the Macedonians who read this or
to rattle PC Washington readers. I've got some
time and it's been on my mind. Also, the electricity went out again and it's raining. I guess I
am writing this because I spent much of my
childhood with my two older sisters and
mother. I'm writing this because of the
gramma-esque church women who babysat
me. I'm writing this because someday I may be
married to a strong woman and have children of
my own. I used to tell my students in Japan that
every word has value - even old and dead
words. You could also say that every experience has value, even unexpected, challenging
and grueling ones. So much of what I experience here goes against what I have learned
through observations and conversations with
my family. The stoic and idealist in me might
say that at the very least, if it's not a good experience, it's a new experience.
sexually harassed just so frequently. However, from these new experiences I think
some good has come. A new voice from
within has been found. Slumbering emotions have been awakened. A new level
of concentration has been achieved. I
don't have much of a conclusion. And I
don't have any advice. All of us adapt and
overcome in different ways. I just felt like
sharing.
I can ad