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Sunday, November 9, 2014

Our hero, Seyasan

Imagine you're a gentleman nearing retirement age. Would you sign up to greet a young American couple who had just been traveling with two small children for nearly 20 hours? Would you muster the troops so that there were enough tiny Japanese cars to take them and all of their current worldly possessions? Would you help them get supplies at the grocery store and then haul their stuff up 3 flights of stairs to their dorm room?

It didn't stop there. Seyasan did all those things, and then *came back the next morning.* (O.o) The next few days were a humbling experience as this man took us to every single place we needed to go, and then some. From citizen registration to curtains and furniture for our duplex, from public school registration for our son to contacting the gas company so that we would have heat, and on top of that the bank and the 3 hours that it took for us to get cell phones and sign up for service, he was our GUY. Superman, you're great and all, but this guy saved us from having our first few weeks be a nightmare of kanji and lost translations. When our credit cards wouldn't go through, he paid our bills. When our duplex was ready within a few days, he helped us move in.

To this day he's still involved with our son's education, making sure that we have the advocate we need. To say I feel indebted is an understatement. I'm in awe. I feel schooled. And the only way I know how to pay him back is to return the favor for someone else some day.

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