Breakfast Toastmasters Clubでスピーチした原稿をアップします。
スピーチの後、一番のキーワードであった”Ticking bomb”が
よくわからなかった、というコメントをいくつかいただきました。
「これで伝わるだろう」と思っていることでも、相手の身になって確認
しないとだめですね。演技力不足もあり、、コミュニケーションの難しさ
を改めて感じました。でも、今日のベストスピーカーに選んでいただき、
素直に嬉しかったです。次回も頑張ります。(以下原稿)
I'm standing still, packed into the train like a sardine. Not really thinking
about anything in particular. No, that is not true. I’m a little annoyed and
praying to god. Annoyed at the Chuo-line commuter express train that
I ride every morning and I’m stuck in now. I can feel all my nerves heading
in just one direction. Every one of my muscles, especially my lower part
of the body is laughing. They’re laughing with the irregular repetition of
tension and relaxation.
I glance at my watch again. Actually, I really like looking at my watch,
because it’s the latest Omega Sea Master model. It’s definitely one of
the most expensive personal items that I have ever owned. I really like
looking at my watch.
But this time, the ticking clock is like a ticking bomb. Yes, actually, I
have a ticking bomb. I can’t imagine when the bomb will explode,
however, when it does my lower part will break up.
Suddenly, the train wobbled. This unexpected movement took
everyone off balance and the guy standing right beside bumped
into my side.
“Phew, that was close”
Then I realized this guy, kept standing in the position I previously
had occupied. That was an invasion. I pushed back by tilting my body.
He didn’t move and his elbows somehow struck me.
That was a declaration of war. I used my briefcase for protection
from his elbow and pushed him back to recover my territory.
He didn’t wince. Instead, we pushed each other for a while, but
suddenly, the train shook strongly and we got separated a bit.
That was a sign of truce.
Then my mind urged me to change my attention to other aspects of
my surroundings.
I saw that many people, even though they were packed like sardines,
could superbly text the buttons of their cellular and smart phones.
This is also astonishing to me because there is no privacy in this
canned environment.
I noticed one gentleman, who seemed to be in his late 50’s with tired
looks, shabby clothes and a solemn face. He was texting an email on
his cellular phone. The screen revealed everything. “Good Morning.
I’m on my way to Kyoto for an academic conference. The train is really
crowded and uncomfortable. But just thinking about you, cheers me up.
Just thinking about you, makes me energized.” At the end, he added
a heart-mark, and looked at the screen for a while, then pushed
the send button, and shut his cellular phone. He then took out a
paperback book, and started reading.
This scene really grabbed my attention. What’s his occupation?
Doctor? Professor? And to whom did he send the e-mail? His wife or ….?
Suddenly, I smelled something. I couldn’t recognize it at first, but it
seemed familiar to me. It was the smell of rotten eggs. That really
puzzled me, because I was wearing a highly efficient white, face mask
to protect against the flu.
It is a strange aspect of human behavior that whenever we encounter
an unfamiliar smell, we sniff it again to confirm. Yes, it is what I think it is.
Who was the suspect?
Could he be the late 20’s businessman standing just in front of me?
He might be, but he’s been playing a video game on his smart phone.
Or could he be the early 40’s blue-collar looking man, reading a
newspaper besides me, without paying attention to the surroundings?
He might be, but his direction is somewhat opposite to me.
Or maybe it’s the lady in her late 20’, holding strongly onto a pole
and who seems to be working somewhere in Marunouchi?
She might be.
Then I realized the basics of any criminal TV drama. Unless you have
evidence, you can’t prove anyone is guilty of a criminal act. Anything
can happen in this packed environment, but it’s really difficult to spot
who did this gas attack.
Abruptly, the door chime rings in my ear and the door opens.
Without me noticing, the train has arrived at the next station.
And suddenly, I was aware of my ticking bomb again. I vigorously
pushed my way through to the open gate, thinking about the battle,
the heart-marked e-mail and the rotten egg smell. Without their help,
I could not have held back my own ticking bomb! Thanks to them all!