Because I Matter

By Janie Akamoto

April 11, 2017

Hidden away in the deepest recesses of our memories, each of us can identify at least one moment in time when we felt like someone must be watching over us. Janie Akamoto shares the moment she first encountered such protection – through a quiet voice and a country road.

The odor of gasoline, that quiet voice directing me to the country road, my stubborn refusals to listen and give heed, my annoyance at changing direction, the silence and loneliness of the countryside, the terror of flashing lights and blasting horn, the overwhelming fear of being forced to stop, and the irony that the man I was so sure was there to harm me had actually helped save my life

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