I'm a Japanese American born in Los Angeles. My background is in information
technology with a special emphasis in systems analysis and database
I live in
Silicon Valley and graduated from the University of Southern California.
True to my Southern
Californian spirit, I love the beaches
Travel: Bermuda, Europe,
Downhill skiing at Lake Tahoe, Colorado, Utah, Austria-Zell Am See,
Trojan Football: Beat UCLA!
During my high school years, I questioned the meaning and purpose of
life. God, do you exist? Are you up there somewhere? Why am I here?
One day, I read The
Cross and the Switchblade by David Wilkerson, a true story
about his life and belief in a personal God. Whenever he prayed, he
received answers. Whenever I prayed, nothing happened until . . .
I sat on the hardwood
floor, leaning against my bed and listening to the popular Los Angeles
radio station KRLA, which was having hourly call-in contests. If you
happened to be the "nth" caller, you won a prize. I silently
asked God, "If you exist, show me by letting me win." I shuffled
over to the phone, dialed the number once, and heard the phone ring.
A lady answered the phone. "Congratulations, you're the tenth caller.
You won a B. B. King album."
"I won?" My mouth froze wide open. After a short delay, I
heard myself scream over the airwaves. God heard my prayer?
Moments later a disturbing thought jarred my mind. You were just lucky!
God doesn't exist. You were bound to win sooner or later.
"God, if you really exist, let me win again."
During the next round of the contest, I called again. The same lady
answered the phone, "Congratulations, you're the seventh caller.
You won the B. B. King concert tickets."
Twice in one day! I almost dropped the phone. Then a harsh voice
blared inside me. That was just luck.
The next day that disdainful inner voice returned. God doesn't exist.
You're lucky. A fierce tug-of-war ensued inside me. Lingering doubt
prompted me to try it again. I gawked in utter disbelief when I won
a third time--this time, a Traffic album.
I had periodically gone to a Christian church that a neighbor invited
my family to. But I became bored and quit going when I started high
school. "God, do you want me back in church? If so, let me win
the contest again." I shrieked when I won a fourth time--a pair
of Traffic concert tickets.
The disc jockey announced, "Didn't you just win? For some reason,
some people win more than once. It's so amazing!"
Within minutes that antagonizing voice shouted. You're lucky! How can
God be everywhere?
That same day, I pleaded, "God, just one more time." I was
flabbergasted when I won a fifth time.
Imagine winning five times in two days on a popular radio station in
Los Angeles. What are the odds of something like that happening?
Bob and I are co-authors
of two inspirational books, Popcorn
Miracles and Kernels
of Hope. Be sure to check out the book trailers.