Part 4
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The third stage of my life
            as  business consultant
                   
          (6-Story1)  
   The first interview in America was a taxi operator

    
Before coming to America, I was aware that hearing English is not that easy when I talk with the people in daily conversation, and I was right when I first took a taxi at the airport. The cabdriverfs English was really hard to understand.
     I was so greedy for trying to get as much information as I could. As soon as I got into the cab, after telling my destination, I asked him gExcuse me, sir, are you an owner operator?h You know what. He took me as a native American by the way I spoke English and that the topic was that particular and specialist like. He began to talk like a machine gun with a very strong foreign accent. I knew in an instant he was from some Southeast Asian country as a migrant worker.
     When he came to know that I came from Japan for the investigation trip to study the owner-operator system in the trucking industry, he admired my effort but more than anything he gave me his praise of my speaking good English. He even went as far as to say, gyou speak English far better than me!h I said, gOh, no. My simple conversation with good English pronunciation may make you feel I speak good English, but you are the far better English speaker in the contents.h
     As I thought, he was an owner-operator, hiring a car from the company, managing all the expenses by his own money. By looking around, I noticed most of the cabs operators were colored people.
     He complained their income does no reach even to the minimum wage level. When I got off the cab with some tips, he said, gGod bless youh
     Three Japanese men welcomed me at the hotel, who are workers of the auto manufacturing company in Troy. My brother-in-law had asked them to take care of me for my stay there for three days. The first night in the hotel was a place where I felt as if I were in a Japanese hotel with Japanese people and Japanese food to be served. It was like a soft landing in the American soil.