My first crisis happened within 2 years of my 18 years of living in Japan happened in Kyoto,
Jaldhara had our young daughter Angelica in the pram, and had just said goodbye. I turned, and started heading down the escalator to go to Tokyo…
And I tripped. I tumbled down the stairs. And - by a remarkable confluence of unexpected factors - dislocated my arm. OUCH!
The worst part was being alone. Speaking no Japanese. Having no idea what to do next.
So I screamed. I screamed as loud as the air in my body would let me…