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Mom and Dad, the second reason for me writing this book became clear when I moved to Decatur, Georgia. As I said before, the

thought of writing always kept popping inside my head, but I really didn't know how to get started. When I arrived at the Clairmont

Crest Senior Living complex, I discovered that one of the activities available to residents was a writing class. How sweet was that?
The class was free, too! I immediately knew it was my destiny to write this book. The class outlined the major aspects of writing,

including where to begin, the approach, the subjects that could be incorporated in my story, etc. The teacher was so inspiring and

had a sincere willingness to assist us in telling our story. I was very appreciative, and I learned from the other students' writings, as
well.

Dear Mother, when you would take me to New York at the during the ages of ten through thirteen years, I couldn't see what the
future would hold for me. Did you know I would follow in your footsteps by teaching young people? Did you know by exposing me

to the visual and performing arts in New York that the stage was being set for me to also teach and train students in the performing
arts? Of course, you did! You were instilling in me a love for musical theater. I am fully convinced that Tajiri Arts was my "follow-the-

yellow-brick-road" concept. God laid out the plan just as He said He would do:

"For I know the plans I have for you," declares the Lord, 'plans to prosper you and

not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. Then you will

call on me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you.
You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart."

— Jeremiah 29: 11-13 (NIV)

I learned to pray and seek God's face through your teachings. I called on God when I founded Tajiri Arts. Yes, God ordered my steps
in your womb, Mother. I pray that I did not disappoint you.

Daddy, from you I learned to develop great relationships by treating people with kindness, no matter who they are. I learned to enjoy
life to the fullest and live simply. I also learned to work hard, but not to neglect my personal "play time." When Mom died, we really

became very close. Our conversations were just what I needed to hear when I returned home from my unsuccessful marriages. Daddy,