A Life-Changing Moment at Santa Fe Station: The Words of an Elderly Black Man

This story takes place near Santa Fe Station in San Diego, California. It happened about 20 years ago, so some details may be a bit blurry—maybe even near the harbor. But what remains clear is a brief encounter with a kind elderly Black man who gave me courage that day.

My Time in California

During my first year in the U.S., I lived in California. While the slow pace of life was peaceful, it didn’t suit me. Coming from a snowy region in Japan, I missed the changing seasons and realized I preferred a busier city atmosphere.

Before returning to Japan, I decided to take a solo trip in California. It was a journey filled with uncertainty and reflection—a search for answers. My destination was Tijuana, Mexico, a dangerous city for a 20-year-old Japanese woman traveling alone. But I wanted to challenge myself by crossing the border on foot.

Heading to San Diego

I took an Amtrak train from my departure station to San Diego. After a few hours, I arrived at Santa Fe Station on a sunny day with bright blue skies. From there, I planned to walk and then take the trolley to the Mexico border.

The Voice I Heard

Suddenly, I heard a beautiful singing voice. It was an R&B-style song, raspy, almost blues-like. As a Japanese listener, it was entirely new and thrilling.

Who is singing?

Walking toward the sound, I saw a small elderly Black man sitting alone, singing while staring off into the distance. There weren’t many people around him.

A Simple Conversation That Changed Everything

I approached him and said, “You sing really well.” He replied, “Thank you.” He didn’t appear wealthy, wearing worn clothes, but he seemed genuinely happy, which encouraged me to speak. I asked something like, “How did you get so good?” or “How can I become better?” My English was still broken at the time.

He simply said:

“You keep singing, you keep singing. Keep going.”

That phrase burned into my memory. It wasn’t complicated English, just simple words—but its meaning was powerful. It taught me the importance of continuing, persevering, and not giving up. “Keep Singing, Keep Going” is essentially Japan’s concept of “続けること,” but it felt even simpler and more direct.

That one phrase helped me feel clear and confident. I continued my journey to the Mexico border and have kept music in my life ever since.

Conclusion

Sometimes, a few simple words from a stranger can change the course of your life. That elderly man’s encouragement reminded me to keep pursuing my passions, no matter the challenges. Even today, I continue to carry his wisdom forward: Keep going, no matter what.