I finally got to the hardware store, soaking wet and scared because I didn’t know what to expect. Mr. Williams had received a phone call and was expecting me when I walked in the store. He had put duct tape around both ends of the handles of the brooms so I could drag them back to the dojo. I could see Mr. Williams felt sorry for me. I was a big kid, but I was only nine years old and a major storm had hit Honolulu. Mr. Williams said, “Kid, I will let you take the wheel barrow. Just bring it back. I don’t know what you did to make Sensei Kishi so upset!” Well, it
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