[The half-open door of the hotel that separated Tamori-san's fate
After dropping out of Waseda University, Tamori moved from one job to another in his hometown of Kyushu.
He worked as an insurance salesman, a coffee shop employee, a bowling alley manager, a guard, a nude model for paintings, and even as a snake charmer and a pimp.
By the time he was 30 years old, he sometimes asked himself if this was indeed the right thing to do.
It was only a matter of time before the diamond in the rough called “Tamori” was unearthed.
One day, Tamori was walking home down a corridor after having drinks at a hotel with an acquaintance.
They heard a lively noise coming from one of the rooms.
What is it?”
The door was unlocked, so Tamori opened it and peeked in.
The room was in the middle of a lively commotion.
A man wearing a trash can and dressed as a Buddhist monk was imitating a Kabuki performance.
Seeing this, Tamori's blood started to boil.
He said, “This is just like me. This is calling me!
He took a trash can from the head of the imitator and began to dance with him.
One of them jokingly scolded Tamori-san for his sudden intrusion in phony Chinese.
Tamori responded in a much better fake Chinese.
The group instantly hit it off.
They were jazz pianist Yosuke Yamashita and his band members.
That night, Yamashita-san and Tamori-san parted after saying only their names, but Yamashita-san and his group could not forget what happened to Tamori-san that day.
From there, the search for Tamori began, involving many people.
I want to see him again,” said Yamashita! I want to see him again.
The people who were present at the event were in search of “Morita.
The clue is “a jazz-loving man in Hakata with the surname Morita.
That's all.
When they visited the most famous jazz cafe in Hakata, they found one of the regulars with the same name.
That was Tamori-san.
Mr. Yamashita and other members formed the “Association to Call the Legendary Kyushu Man Morita,” collected donations, and three years later brought Tamori-san to Tokyo.
Afterwards, the cartoonist Fujio Akatsuka provided Tamori with housing, lent him a car, and offered him all kinds of support.
Incidentally, while Mr. Akatsuka provided Mr. Tamori with a luxurious apartment, he himself slept with his office locker on its side.
Tamori-san said, “When I realized that, I was so upset.
When I realized this, I felt a surge of emotion, but I held it back because I knew that if I felt that emotion here, it would be a violation of the way of staying at home.
By the way, this story seems to suggest that life can open doors for us in the most unexpected ways.
I am sure that we all have events in our lives that we look back on later and say, “Oh, that was the door to my life.
Such doors seem to have entrances that are difficult to recognize as such.
Tamori-san said, “The door of my life is a door.
The door of my life was the door of that hotel. My life would have been different if I had opened that door or not.
It is so true.
Tamori-san found the light in the gap between the doors.