Girl on a mission
Part ||| of my trip to Japan two summers ago.
I have always looked up to Mother Teresa despite what the entire world has to say. It is on my list to visit Missionaries of Charity in Calcutta, India. But I knew at this point in my life I wasn’t ready to go to Calcutta just yet.
However, they have houses around the world that are set up in places of extreme poverty. I knew if I didn’t really have plans set in Tokyo that I wanted to be a part of their culture and community. I felt so drawn to contacting this place it’s as if I could think of nothing else. So I somehow had found an email on the internet to the Missionaries of Charity in Tokyo right before I left Alaska. I shot them a quick email and I got this response:
I am Brother Noas Minj,you most welcome to Japan.
Month of Augast weather is hot in Japan,there will be guest in our house and we have very limited room but I think there will be no problem,let me know when you coming to japan.this is our tele no...
So upon realization that I didn’t write down the number, I email them from the hostel computer:
Dear Brother Noas,
I made it to Tokyo last night. I am staying in a hostel in Asakusa for a few days because I am very jet lagged. Where exactly is your buildling by? I am trying to figure it out.
I am staying by Sensoji temple place. Is that close to your building? Any detail would help. I plan on coming there sunday or monday....whichever is better. Thank you.
I can laugh at this now and my naivety of how large Tokyo was and how I had no clue.
The funny thing about life is that things fall into place when you least expect it. It turns out I am in the exact part of Tokyo that the brothers are in. I have no clue the odds of this but I should think it should be equivalent of coming to the United States and having no idea what city you need to travel to. And picking Juneau, Alaska and having the brothers also be in Juneau, Alaska.
I get this reply
We are very near to you,by walk is 15 minutes, if you come here Monday is better for us, if you see my mail kindly call me or give me your Hotel telephone number,
I print out a map of Asakusa. I head back to the phone. I am really excited to talk to them. Brother Noas answers in a Japanese greeting. “Hello it’s me, Jodie, I say.”
He tells me he is glad I made it and called. That yes, I can come by tomorrow and gives me the exact address. He tells me to call from a pay phone if I get lost. Okay I say (but cringe at the thought of using the pay phone again).
I ask the front desk about the address and they literally have no clue. The front desk doesn’t seem to very helpful so far. But it can’t be that hard to find this place right? Me, with no working cell phone and no idea how to read Japanese. I laugh again at my naivety of the overwhelmingly large and confusing city Tokyo is to navigate and I smile at remembering how I didn’t care that I didn’t think it was a big deal and I would find it first thing in the morning. But first, I ate some toast (since it was the only food I recognized) and took a shower and went to bed since I was on a different time zone still.