I'm back and going strong!
Lately, I have been getting offered seats on buses and trains by strangers. Since I believe that I look younger than my age, when I am offered a seat, I am convinced that it is not because of my age, but because of some symptoms of Parkinson's disease that makes people around me do so. Does this mean that I have symptoms that make me look like a very strange person to the outside world? I thought I was moving so well that I looked like a normal person, but I am shocked. I am shocked that I could move so well that I could pass for a normal person. Then, I always say, "No, I'm fine." Sometimes I can be patient, and sometimes I can be really patient. Sometimes I am patient, and sometimes I really do get off at the next stop. Recently, however, I have realized that this attitude is not good, and I have decided to accept the kind offer of a job unless it is too good to be true. If the conclusion of this courageous act of goodwill is that the person who offered to give up his or her seat loses face, the seat remains empty and no one sits down, and the people around feel awkward, then it would be too sad. So, I gratefully take a seat even for one stop, and while I am riding, I hold back even if I want to read a third-rate weekly magazine that might affect the dignity of the person who offered me his/her seat. The overwhelming majority of people who give up their seats are old people. There are few young people. Or rather, there are none. It seems like the opposite if you think about it for a moment. Are today's children less inclined to be kind to others? No, I don't think so. They just don't see what's going on around them. If you point it out to them, they will understand, and if you ask them to do something, they will gladly comply, but I think they are still so busy looking out for themselves that they don't have time to look around them. This is a reflection of my younger days.
Translated with DeepL and edited by the author.