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For nine years, almost nobody in Japan has looked at my neighbor's daughter. Not because they're cruel. Because they're polite. Sana is nine. She uses a wheelchair. In Japan, when people see a child like her, they do the kind thing. The thing we're taught. They look away. They don't stare. They give her space. So for nine years, Sana has gone everywhere being carefully not seen. And her mother, Megumi, learned to help. At school events, at festivals, at the park, she always sat them in the same place. The very edge. The very back. Where they wouldn't be in anyone's way. Last summer, Megumi's husband had to work for two weeks at a plant in a small town in Iowa. The whole family went. Megumi told me she dreaded it. New country. New stares. Or worse, new ways of not being looked at. On the first morning, they went to a diner. The waitress came over, looked at the table, and did something nobody in Japan had ever done. She crouched down next to the wheelchair, eye level with Sana, and asked her what she wanted. Not her mother. Her. In Japan, waiters ask Megumi what Sana wants. Sana is nine. She knows what she wants. She wanted pancakes. The waitress said, "Pancakes for the boss," and wrote it down. When the pancakes came, there was a mountain of whipped cream on top. The waitress pointed at the wheelchair and winked. "Extra for the driver." Sana laughed so hard she got syrup in her hair. Megumi tried to pay. An old man at the counter had already paid. She tried to pay the next day. A different old man. By the third day, she was sneaking up to the register before they even sat down, and the waitress just shook her head and said, "Honey, you're not gonna win this one." A lady from the church down the road showed up at the motel with a whole pie. Megumi asked why. The lady said, "Y'all looked tired." They had been in town for three days. Nobody had told her they existed. And then there was Tucker. Tucker was seven. He lived next to the motel. On the fourth day, he walked straight up to Sana in the parking lot, looked at the wheelchair, and said, loudly: "Why do you have wheels?" Megumi froze. In Japan, a parent would have grabbed that boy and apologized for ten minutes. Sana looked at him and said, in the English she'd learned at school, "My legs don't work." Tucker thought about this for one second. "Cool. Can I push?" And then they were gone. Down the sidewalk. Way too fast. Tucker's mom was yelling, "TUCKER, SLOW DOWN!" Tucker was yelling, "SHE SAID FASTER!" Sana was screaming in Japanese, "もっと速く! もっと速く!" Faster. Faster. Tucker didn't speak a word of Japanese. He understood perfectly. That night, after Sana fell asleep, Megumi locked herself in the motel bathroom and cried for an hour. She told me it took her a long time to understand why. It was because for nine years, without ever deciding to, she had been apologizing. For the wheelchair. For the ramp. For the space they took up. For being there at all. And in four days, a whole town had made it very clear that nobody needed her to. On the Fourth of July, there was a parade down Main Street. Out of habit, Megumi found them a spot at the very edge. At the very back. Behind everybody. A fire truck came down the street. Red, shining, lights going, kids running alongside it. It stopped. Right in front of them. A firefighter climbed down. A huge man with a gray mustache and forearms like fence posts. Everyone in town called him Bud. Nobody, possibly including Bud, knew his real name. He walked over, knelt down on the asphalt in front of Sana, and said: "Ma'am, we're short a co-pilot today. You interested?" Sana looked at her mother. Megumi couldn't say a word. She just nodded. Bud lifted Sana into the front seat like she weighed nothing. Two other firefighters lifted her chair onto the back of the truck. Bud took off his own helmet and put it on her head. It came down over her whole face. She pushed it up with both hands so she could see. Then he leaned out the window and asked her name. And he shouted it. "EVERYBODY SAY HI TO SANA!" And they did. All the way down Main Street. People on both sides. Grandmas in lawn chairs. Teenagers on the curb. Men holding babies on their shoulders. Strangers who had never seen her before in their lives. "HI, SANA!" "HI, SANA!" Sana waved with both arms. The helmet kept falling down. She kept pushing it back up. She did not stop waving for one second. And running next to the truck, the entire length of Main Street, red in the face, out of breath, was a seven-year-old boy screaming at the top of his lungs: "THAT'S MY FRIEND! THAT'S MY FRIEND!" Megumi was standing at the back of the crowd, crying so hard she couldn't see. An old woman next to her, a complete stranger, handed her a tissue. Then she squeezed her arm and said: "Honey. That girl belongs up there." They've been home in Japan for over a year now. Some things changed. This fall, at Sana's school sports day, Megumi did something she had never done in nine years. She pushed Sana's chair all the way to the very front row. A few parents looked away, the polite way. Sana waved at them anyway. With both arms. Megumi told me something I keep thinking about. "In Japan, I was taught that kindness means not looking. A little town in Iowa taught my daughter that kindness means looking right at her, and saying her name." On a shelf in Sana's room, there's a plastic firefighter helmet. The kind you get at a dollar store. Bud sent it a week after they got home. On the back, in black marker, it says: "CO-PILOT. ANYTIME."

I asked 50 Japanese people, ages 9 to 91, one question. "What do you admire most about Americans?" Here are the top answers. 10. "They clap when the plane lands." (Office worker, 34) 9. "They say 'I love you' every time they hang up the phone. Even men. Even to other men." (Taxi driver, 61) 8. "A stranger told me she liked my shoes. Then she just walked away. She didn't want anything." (High school girl, 16) 7. "They thank the bus driver when they get off." (Bus driver, 55. He got emotional saying this.) 6. "They tell you their whole life story in the grocery line. I know about one man's divorce, his boat, and his knee surgery. We knew each other for four minutes." (My mother, 64) 5. "They stand for the anthem at a children's baseball game." (Little League coach, 47) 4. "When they lose, they shake hands and say 'good game.' And they mean it." (Sota, 12) 3. "They fly the flag on a regular Tuesday. No holiday. Just because." (Nurse, 28) 2. "They help a stranger push a car out of the snow, then leave without saying their name." (My cousin's husband, 52, who got stuck in Colorado once) And the number one answer came from the oldest person I asked. My grandfather. He's 91. He thought about it for a long time. Then he said: "They still believe tomorrow will be better than today." I asked him what he meant. "In 1946, we had nothing," he said. "The American soldiers I met were young and far from home. But they acted like the future was coming, and it was going to be good. After a while, we started to believe them." I asked him if he thought Americans still believe that. He nodded slowly. "Tell them," he said, "not to stop."