the unstoppable joyce fujimoto
After a devastating accident, and a pandemic that derailed her recovery, this O’ahu woman chose movement, connection, and joy.

There is a garden on O’ahu that makes strangers stop walking. Passersby slow down, lean in, and linger. They are drawn by the orchids, the vegetables, the flowers so carefully tended that you can’t help but to stop and admire. That garden belongs to Joyce Fujimoto and her husband Richard. And like Joyce herself, it is a testament to what happens when you simply refuse to give up.
Joyce is 83 years old, of Okinawan descent, and living proof that resilience is not a personality trait you’re born with. It’s something you practice, day after day, often in spite of tremendous pain.
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In 2019, Joyce traveled to San Francisco for the World Buddhist Women’s Convention, a gathering that takes place just once every four years. On her way home to Hawai’i, while waiting at the luggage carousel, another passenger rushed to grab his suitcase. It swung. In one careless moment, Joyce was knocked backwards and left with a fractured left leg, dislocated jaw, and several teeth cracked or missing. The physical toll was immense. Surgeons placed a titanium rod in her leg, which now occasionally raises flags at TSA checkpoints. Its shape inside her hip socket, she laughs, looks suspiciously like a rifle on the scanner. But what truly broke Joyce’s heart was something smaller, quieter. “I used to whistle to attract birds to my garden. I learned it from my grandfather. After the accident, I couldn’t anymore. That still makes me sad.” She couldn’t laugh, couldn’t whistle, couldn’t sing. The accident stole small joys she had never thought to count until they were gone. |
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Then COVID arrived. Rehabilitation hospitals pivoted to handle the surge of patients. Joyce was sent home before she was ready. She was unable to climb the stairs in her home, and she was cut off from the in-person therapy her recovery needed. Online sessions filled the gap inadequately. She never fully healed. Pain became a constant companion. But rather than surrender to it, Joyce listened to her doctor’s straightforward advice: walk. So she walks. She rises before the sun for an early morning walk. She also walks a mile down the hill to do her shopping, cane in hand on uneven ground or when the wind picks up.
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Tony and Dana met at a backyard barbecue in Los Angeles in September 1976. They married, here on O’ahu, four years later and this September marks 46 years of marriage. For most of those decades, life was full in familiar ways: raising their triplets; building successful careers in their respective fields; traveling with friends; trying new restaurants; hosting elaborate holiday dinners that showcased Dana’s gifts as a cook and baker. It was, by Tony’s own account, a rich and busy life.
In 2019, they left their Honolulu condo for the Big Island, moving closer to family who could help share the weight of it.