"The genius that you see in others is the potential that lies in you." - Shared Quote

YK!
I was getting ready for departure...long shower. Believe it, it's my one sin...I take my time. No funny business, OK? I'm just very attention oriented! I'm sorry to have frustrated you by making you return and not find me. Please tell your room mates that I was sorry to wake them up.

That homework that you had was certainly difficult. I hope you are no longer distracted by my company and can get it done faster.

I appreciate your sentiments. And yes, it is good to know that we share this planet. My friend shared the idea that people "carry" with you, that is their essense accompanies you as you move through life. But one has to live consciously and thoughtfully for that to happen. Already, it is so easy for the lifestyle of those around me to draw my mind away from the great experience that I had in Seattle.

Mr. Kota, your invitation to meet you in Japan will not be wasted. I will challenge myself to visit you in your country and share some sake!

Please remember that you will *carry* with me. And if I don't die by trying to be a hero or a superman to some beautiful young woman or a puppy, then I will indeed see you again.

Meanwhile, expect random messages from me to let you know how I am doing. You can also check out a new personal web site that I set up....

marcmota.antville.org

Select the Stories and enjoy. I hope to update it regularly with new ones.

Lastly, please thank Jackie for his generosity of dinner. I was running low on food, and his kindness was very appreciated. He created something with care effort and shared it with us. If you see Kelly and Rieko (I sent her a separate hello) please tell them that I send my regards and thanks for joining our discussions.

And now, before you say that I also talk too much when I write, I will bid you this....

"Have a good Life and I will see you in the Future."

Your friend,
Marcos E. Mota

01.01

The copy room was still cramped even after the tech finished re-organizing the empty computer boxes. He tried to make up for taking over the work shelf that the staff used for sorting and stapling, but a two-foot high box was too low for a bench; so he had to share the shelf.

On the screen, he was reading page three of a twenty-page contract when the printer-copier's engine revved up and spat a few print outs. Soon thereafter, she came into the room to get the sheets and staple them. As she leaned her body weight into the manual stapler (forgoing the electric one), her body and hair crossed the threshold of his personal space. No complaints from him surely, as his senses took in the sweet and deep scent of this beautiful woman in the warm and confined space. Life seems so wonderful to him when a woman's mere presence fills Space. Take it in, love it, love life- it's every moment. Take the memory home with you on the train.

She finishes and he thanks her secretly. Again, he reads the contract without feigning attention. Shortly, the copier's servo-motors and gears fill the room with a salvo of quick and precise noises. He waits and hopes that it is her once more, the expectation of her body in the same room as his is a wonderful thought. What a lucky guy he is. She walks in, grabs the print outs and proceeds to staple the sheets in his personal space. He stares past the screen into his mind once more. Time, fill me with this irresistible aroma of woman…She exits again. Back to work Marcos, you're still on page three of 9-point Times New Roman. But shortly, the copier launches into the longest print run yet. He calculates how much more force she will have to put into the stapler… With every page he grins how much more she will lean in his direction. Great. Just great. He looks at the screen expectantly. He looks at the screen. He thinks. He waits, and waits...and then he actually reads again. He realized it was his own print job.

MEM