Nev@幸せに過ごしたい

going to miss our Japanese new friends when X changes the algorithm again and we never see each others posts 😭😭😭

I'm on an impossible mission to find a family in Yokosuka stretching back to Feb 2003 and its all because I got in a fight with a grand master. I was in the Navy and we had a tradition - you never drink alone. Every day ending in y we would hit the bars and we would slather each other in shots and pitchers of beer. This was just our tradition. After 3 years in Yokosuka, Japan, I was getting ready to return to America. I wanted to drink in Japan one last time so I went in search of an OG Japanese bar. I walked in circles like a vulture until I found the perfect one; low light, beautiful artwork and music. I sat down at the bar and ordered a beer. The guy to my right instantly started talking to me. After the beer, as is my Navy tradition, I bought the bar a round of shots (about a dozen people). We cheered, I got another beer and my new companion bought some garlic snow peas to share. We talk, I have no idea what he's saying but I understand his emotional mannerisms and reply in kind, but, glug glug glug, another beer is done and I buy the bar another round of shots as is my Navy tradition. I had drank before getting to this bar and I was now feeling quite drunk but I got one more beer and one more round of shots for the bar. We cheered, did our shots and then I headed for the door. As I got to the door a lady stepped in front of me and said her grandfather would like to thank me. You see, it was my Navy tradition of getting g everyone drunk that crossed hairs with Jaoan's tradition of honor and humility. The grandfather thanked me for buying the drinks and did a simple head bow. Now, I had been in Japan long enough to know that he who bows lowest is most respectful and he was my grandfather's age and he was in a country that I freaking loved so no way was he bowing lower than me. So I bowed lower. He bowed lower. I bowed my head the lowest. He bent at the waist. I bent to my knees. The bar was totally silent and watching this go down. He got on his knees and bowed. I sat on my butt and bowed. Then, this grand master of kindness and respect, the age of my grandfather, in a 3 piece business suit, laid down on the floor, kissed it and said, Domo arigoto. I said you win, helped him up and the bar went wild all because we all followed our own traditions. So, like I said, im searching for the family that was with him that night to again pay my respects. Its an impossible ask but, who knows, if the story gets passed around... Anyway, I thank you for your time and consideration reading my story, domo arigoto.

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