About this note
Nice to meet you. My name is Mako.
I used to write three types of records here—that is in the past tense.
As I kept writing, things changed, and now I write about what I feel each day and
the flow of the following day based on the ancient Mayan calendar.
When I first started, one was about
my days with the people I met in the field of nursing care.
Another was about my study abroad experience starting at age 56,
writing about the time when I was searching for my place in the world.
Struggling and bumping into things,
yet choosing the path I took at each moment.
That accumulation is what makes me who I am today.
I am leaving the following here as my own record.
▶ Click here for nursing care articles
①I who survived have an obligation to live
②My mug goes on the shelf, my daughter's in the basket. — The day I crossed the boundary with the 'Magic of Towels'
③Until I turned the 'That's too much!' at the refrigerator into a smile
④The blade called 'sympathy' that overflowed from my lips
⑤ Fridays are usually curry
▶ 56-year-old college student study abroad story
①《56 years old, zero English, sent to a separate room》
②56 years old, no experience, speeding on the freeway
③ 'Shoo! Shoo!' being chased away like a dog.
④Being told 'Go home!' 8 times a day. A messy diary of a 56-year-old getting an American driver's license
Mako @ The Thinker in a Wheelchair
You are welcome to read from anywhere, but
the study abroad story begins with 'Sent to a separate room'.
Back then, I
lost sight of my place in the world.
From there, little by little,
I run, choose my path, and recover.
I suffered a cerebral hemorrhage in 2023
I have been living in a wheelchair due to severe aftereffects, but
that is precisely why I decided to try writing my own story once again.
I would be happy if you could take your time and join me on this journey.