lost and found
This afternoon, as Lorraine and I were going to the dining room for lunch, I decided to leave our glass door open, closing only the screen door so that my puppy Lucille would be able to feel the breeze from the beach. When we returned from lunch I saw that the screen door was opened.
“This is pretty awesome.”
"We all know the emptiness inside when we lose something so valuable."
By all outward appearances I was pretty successful. I was married for 25 years, raised 3 fabulous kids in an upper middle class suburb and thought I was living the American dream of the boomer generation that I was part of. Yet, I knew there was something missing.
What's behind this Japanese propensity to turn things in instead of keeping them for themselves? Is Japan just an intrinsically moral country?