Toxic
Sometimes in trying to avoid a toxic environment, we end up breathing in things much worse.
A Flood of Memories
My 92-year old grandma in Hong Kong might be losing her memory and her sanity. She snuck out yesterday and started wandering and yelling randomly. When asked later, she didn't recall any of it. In fact, when my dad talked to her on the phone, she didn't seem to know what was even going on at that very moment.
I can't lose my grandma... But if things get any worse with her memory, it could be her losing me, and everyone else, first.
Be a good son
I remember telling my mother my senior year of college about my future. I told her I wanted to work nonprofit; I wanted to help my community members.
To this, she responded,
"Can't you just help yourself first, and when you make enough money, then help others? Why aren't you thinking about your own future before others'?"
This wouldn't be the last time she'd have this conversation with me. Working nonprofit is so hard; besides the actual work that I do, I also have to deal with family not understanding why.
It's a different type of change that I want in my head Mom and Dad. One day I hope the two of you will understand.
