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There are so many words that have lifted my heartâespecially the positive ones I receive here in the gentle world of note. From every â€ïž âLikeâ to each thoughtful comment: thank you. Your kindness is what keeps me going every single day.
Among them, two messages moved me so deeply they brought tears to my eyes. Let me share their stories.

ð± âUnforgettableâ â A Gift from éºæšº-san
More than six months have passed since I asked a question in an online program, yet éºæšº-san still remembers me. That alone felt like a miracle.
Ayako-san, you were truly unforgettable.
Unforgettable? Me? I was so stunned my hands trembled. Iâd always been the student who melted into the corner of the classroomâso invisible that one elementary-school teacher once said, âI canât even tell if sheâs here or not.â For years, I believed I had no presence, that no one would ever notice or remember me. When I confessed my shock, éºæšº-san added:
If you hadnât been unforgettable, I wouldnât remember something from over half a year ago.
Seeing your posts on note connected the missing puzzle pieces in my mind.
It was a breathtakingly positive jolt. She had grasped the quiet feelings I wove into my writing. And then she offered even more generous words:
Not textbook English, but living words.
Being able to feel a language thatâs actually in useâ
Iâm grateful.
Moments like this make me so glad I started writing on note. Is this what they call âKenâs magicâ?
Thank you, éºæšº-san, from the bottom of my heart.
ð± The Only One Who Calls Me âAyako-chanâ â utena-san
One day, I left a comment on an article by utena-san, whose writing overflows with warmth: âYour words have a soothing kindnessâlike a gentle older sister speaking just to me. Thank you.â
A few days later, she found the courageously personal post I had just published and kindly wrote:
Ayako-chan (since you said I felt like an older sister, let me call you that â€), this is absolutely wonderful. Youâre so taoyakaâgraceful and supple.
Tears welled up. The post had left me so embarrassed that I hadnât replied to anyone.
utena-san, thank you.
The only friend who used to call me âAyako-chanâ had just moved back to Japan. And taoyakaâgracefulâis exactly what I long to be. It felt as if I had gained a new older sister. Your closeness means the world to me.
ð± Passing the Baton of WordsâMy Marathon Teammates
There are others whose messages make me think, "How do you know exactly what I need? Are you magicians?"âthrough both their comments to me and the articles they write. Thank you, Yoshimi in Milan and Daniel à Inoue; your words always light my way. I appreciate you.
ð± Believing in the Chain of Words
A kind word brightens another personâs day, and another, and another. In this weekly âHappy Writing Marathon,â our words set off runningâspreading ripples of âthank you,â âthanks to you,â and attracting positive emotions.
Ken-san, thank you for creating this wonderful cycle. And to everyone who read to the endâthank you so much.
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