My coworker Yoshida is the safety manager at our company. He is the most careful man in Japan.
He wears a helmet to ride his bicycle to the train station. He checks the gas stove three times before bed. In eighteen years, he has filed 2,400 incident reports.
In October, the company sent him to Montana for two weeks.
He was required to send headquarters an incident report every night.
Those reports have been passed around our office ever since. Our president keeps a printed copy in his desk.
I asked Yoshida if I could share them. He said yes. "For safety."
INCIDENT REPORT #
1#
Location: A field.
Event: My host, Buck (61), allowed his 9-year-old son to drive a pickup truck.
Risk level: Extreme.
Action taken: None. The boy drove better than I do.
INCIDENT REPORT #
3#
Location: A shooting range.
Event: A grandmother explained the safety rules to me for 40 minutes before I was allowed to touch anything. When someone called "Cease fire," every person on the line stopped instantly. Nobody argued. Nobody was in a hurry.
Risk level: I expected the highest of my trip. It was the lowest.
Action taken: I would like to hire the grandmother.
INCIDENT REPORT #
4#
Location: Buck's backyard.
Event: Buck woke up at 4 a.m. to start a fire. He did not leave it for twelve hours. When I offered to help, he looked at me like I had asked to hold his newborn. At 5 p.m., 31 people arrived. Nobody had been invited. Everyone brought food.
Risk level: None.
Note: In Japan, people invite people. In Montana, the smoke invites people.
INCIDENT REPORT #
6#
Location: Main Street. Friday, 6:45 p.m.
Event: Every store in town closed. The signs on the doors said: "GONE TO THE GAME."
Risk level: If someone needs help, there is nobody left in town.
Correction: Everybody in town is at the game. During the anthem, the old man next to me stood up out of his wheelchair. His grandson held his arm until it was over. I have never seen a safer place.
INCIDENT REPORT #
8#
Location: A rodeo.
Event: Children ages five to seven rode live sheep for as long as they could hold on. This is called "mutton busting." A small boy fell off, landed on his face, stood up, and raised both arms in the air. The crowd screamed like he had won the Super Bowl.
Risk level: I had to sit down.
Note: In Japan, we would call an ambulance. In Montana, they called him a champion.
INCIDENT REPORT #
9#
Location: The side of a highway.
Event: Flat tire. Three trucks stopped in six minutes. Nobody called them. The third man finished the job and refused money. He said, "Pass it on."
Risk level: None.
Note: In Montana, roadside assistance is anyone with a truck.
The last report is different. Yoshida didn't want me to share it. Then he changed his mind.
When Yoshida was nine, his father died in an accident at work. A safety rope that nobody had checked.
He has spent his whole life checking everything, for everybody.
INCIDENT REPORT #
12#
Location: Buck's porch. Night.
Event: Buck asked why I am so careful. I told him about my father. I have never told anyone at work. Buck didn't say anything for a long time. Then he said:
"Keeping folks safe is a good thing, son. Your daddy would be proud of you. But safe ain't the same as alive."
Action taken: In the morning, Buck handed me the keys to the truck.
INCIDENT REPORT #
13#
Location: The same field.
Event: I drove across the field at 15 miles per hour. I screamed the whole time. Buck laughed until he cried. His son timed me. He said it was the slowest lap in the history of Montana.
Risk level: Low.
Personal note: This is the first incident report I have ever written where I was glad something happened.
He's home now. He still wears the helmet. He still checks the stove three times.
But last Sunday, for the first time in his life, he took his son to the ocean with no plan at all. He sent Buck a photo.
Buck wrote back four words.
"That's living, partner."
America, you think that's just a Saturday.
The truck in the field. The smoke in the yard. The whole town gone to the game. The kid who falls off the sheep and raises his arms.
A man who spent his whole life being careful flew 5,000 miles to see what it looks like to be alive.
It looks like you.