spring planting

it's been months since the last post, i suppose?

tomorrow's my first day at a part time side job being an interpreter. while i'm still looking for a full time teaching / social worker position, i'm thankful for every opportunity and moment of life God has given me.

in the meantime, do what you have to do before your muscles become stiff and your bone become brittle.

God bless.

Garlic

Xu Hao

Recent picture of grandma in Vietnam, taken by Dad. Although she's past 80, it feels so good to see her smile like this and be ok with working (for a short time) out here for fun.

97

I don't remember if we celebrated grandma's 97 last year or did I miss her actual age. To be blunt and honest with you, no one in the family knows her exact age. So year after year, we just keep on counting the number. Whether she is 95, 96, 97, or 100, only God knows. Did she get a birth certificate almost 100 years ago? who knows.. Even if she did have it, bringing a piece of paper along with you to the United States of America 30-40 years ago doesn't seem to make sense. So, why bother with the actual age when we can celebrate the fact that we're alive?

In my experience, after receiving a kidney transplant, everyday is a brand new day. A lot of people say, "same shit different day," and "same old same old. But for me, everyday is a brand new day to celebrate life! Whether i'll be doing something to make progress towards something bigger or doing something new, everyday, in a sense, is a birthday for me.