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"Letters from the Compassionate Pugilist"


Found a total of 19 page(s) matching this tag.

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    Japanese Student Nanako Speaks Out in Support of Poverty-Stricken Filipino Boxers
    Summary: As I visit schools, I come across a number of pure hearts. Nanako, a student in southern Japan, was thirteen when I first met her and is now fifteen. In July, 2015, she signed up for the local English Speech Contest. I said to her, “Win or lose, we don’t care. We care about people who never get any attention. The most important job is to tell people about them.”

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    A Boxer and Advocate for Nonviolence Meets "Bad Students"
    Summary: Since December 1, 2001, after I returned to Tokyo from New York City, where I was volunteering during the aftermath of the 9/11 tragedy, schools, cities, and corporations started inviting me to give motivational speeches.

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    Eli Wallach and Me
    Summary: Eli Wallach’s first movie role was playing a Sicilian immigrant in Elia Kazan’s 1956 award-winning film, Baby Doll.

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    A Head Cold and Hot Tea: Healing the Rift Between Japan and China
    Summary: The other two ladies helped her make a big bowl of completely black tea. They brought it to my table. It was a large portion and was very hot. I drank it all up and felt better already.

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    Looking for My Family in the Earthquake
    Summary: From Wednesday this week, my family booked a “weekend+ stay” in a hotel in Shinagawa, in midtown Tokyo. I went to schools to give lectures on peace making, met with my friends and did other activities in Tokyo. It was far more than horrible. Earthquakes every five minutes. Tsunami warnings following every shake.

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    Not Human
    Summary: There was a very tall American standing right in front of them... On the train, her mother - the preacher's wife - said to twelve-year-old Hiroko, "Don't look at him! Put your face down!" She communicated this not with words, but by sending a signal that Americans were demons and devils. After a few moments, the soldier took out a bag filled with candies from his military rucksack, and put the entire bag in little Hiroko's hand-made cloth pouch.

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    My First VCR
    Summary: I was 14 years old when I saw the advertisement in a movie magazine for “The first VCR for homes”. Back then, the thing I hated the most was studying. The second most dreadful thing was school. And the third was teachers. Although I played all day long and never studied, I had a private tutor. My tutor was the movies.

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    Reggie Jackson and Muhammad Ali
    Summary: When I was living in New York City, and Reggie Jackson was in town, I would go to Yankee Stadium a couple of hours before the game got started so that I could get to see how he warmed up on the field.

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    A Japanese Family Learns First Hand about Nazi Atrocities
    Summary: I decided to take my whole family, including our two-year-old boy, to the world of “light and shadow”. On September 19, 2008, we all took the local train to Dachau, outside of Munich, Germany, after flying for twelve hours over the Siberian sky.

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    Anne Frank
    Summary: I regularly visit Anne Frank’s house in Amsterdam. I have been to other places where she used to live while her family was hiding from the Nazis. For instance, Aachen/Aken, a southern city in Germany, is a pretty little town where Anne’s mother Edith was born. They lived there for a while, right before crossing the border into Holland.

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    The Kid from Tokyo Learns that Everyone Seeks for Happiness
    Summary: Before leaving the US, I decided to cross the country by Greyhound Bus. They had just created a special ticket called “Ameripass” which cost me only $12 per day to ride the bus as much as I wanted.

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    Adele from Lugano, the Town of My Heart; Miami Steve Van Zandt; and the Victorious Hearts of Marathon Runners
    Summary: As I saw the lonely backs of those runners that kept walking after the race, I think I saw the reason why I flew all the way to New York, just to be alone and to figure out how I could put a period on my career as a fighter.

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    Diana Ross, Baseball, Gandhi and Simon & Garfunkel
    Summary: Five minutes after her show started, we saw a fast-growing dark cloud rising behind the stage. It looked like the cloud in Spielberg’s “Close Encounters of the Third Kind”, or the one in “Ghostbusters”. Fifteen minutes later, the cloud covered the park, and 300,000 spectators were smashed like 300,000 ants running away in all directions from the flood-like rain.

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    Memories and Thoughts about Shows in New York City
    Summary: Ray Charles; Bob Seger and the Silver Bullet Band; Southside Johnny and Asbury Jukes; Gary US Bonds; Roberto Duran KO’s Davey Moore to Grab His 3rd World Title in Madison Square Garden

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    Shows and Fights 25 Years Ago
    Summary: I am trying to recall what I saw live in 1983 in New York City and the quick list I have made below looks quite interesting. Here we go.

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    School in the Lobby
    Summary: In those sleepless nights in New York, I had one more friend that I spoke to often, whose name was Richie. He was a security guard, and had a night shift at the YMCA. His station was in the lobby, right at the entrance, at a round wooden counter with a chair hidden underneath. It looked like an information counter in an airport, except that the brown colored wood looked old and classical.

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    A Midsummer Night's Dream
    Summary: Nothing was too difficult, in terms of living in the Big Apple, for the boxer who had come from the Big Tempura, except the Tempura-paint-like temperature in the summer time.

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    A Boxer’s Roadwork Through the World Community
    Summary: In New York in 1983, I lived in the West Side YMCA on 63rd Street and Broadway. It was one minute to Lincoln Center, Columbus Circle and Central Park. Since I had applied to and registered with ALP (the American Language Program) at Columbia University, the YMCA gave me the student’s weekly rate. It was around seventy-two dollars per week -- the cheapest in town.

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    A Samurai Boxer Across the Ocean
    Summary: When I was a boxer, I devoted 100% to what I had to do. When I quit boxing, I lost that 100% and became like a shell with nothing in it. I did my everyday things fine, but I knew that there was no more fire inside. I thought that it was just a matter of time, and it would all be back to normal in a few months. However, even after a year, I still felt like I was running a motel with all of the rooms vacant.

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