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death driving life Life Decisions

Stop; think.

Say you’re speeding along on a road, skipping a few stop signs here and there because you’re late for some sort of appointment/party/meet-up/etc. You’re racing the clock and you can’t be bothered with paying attention to traffic rules.

Say you’re a pedestrian walking along in your neighborhood, observing all the stop signs and making sure the coast is clear.

Suddenly, a car comes zooming out of nowhere and the driver neglects to stop for you.

You are the driver. You see the pedestrian one second too late.

The pedestrian is suddenly on top of your hood. And the pedestrian is no more.

Now, you think to yourself “Did I really need to be in a hurry to get to wherever I was going?”

Was it all worth killing someone over? Running over an innocent pedestrian?

Think about it next time you get into your car.

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family life Who I Am

Re-start–

It’s the first Monday back to work after five weeks of recovery and rest. Day by day, I continue to be in disbelief over the series of events that have occurred in the past month. Life is as it is, and many times we can’t fully explain if this is all real or just a hazy dream.

I’ve been in the process of rearranging things in my life, including my goals and my timeline. Sometimes we forget to slow down and enjoy each moment; we’re always on the go to find the next best thing, impatient to have time pass by a lot faster.

It’s amazing to see how easy it is for people to brush off long absences from the Internet as just “a hiatus” and nothing more. People move on from the Internet and its amusements everyday; friends come and go even in the virtual world, as some find out that they would rather spend time building relationships in the real world than the virtual world. People move on; when an online friend disappears for a long time, you may just think “Well, they’ve moved on with their life and they have better things to do than the Internet.”

I wish I could say that the past month away from the Internet was just a simple hiatus, but it wasn’t. At the time being, I am not ready to disclose fully what had happened to me–the memories are still too fresh for me, as are the feelings that are brought up when I think about the incident and how my family suffered through that first week watching me as I teetered back to life after that near-death experience.

For now, though, I will distance myself from that situation and start back on my life, however normal it can be now. There’s a time for everything, and right now, the time is to focus on the present and moving forward.

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observation reflection time

Upside Down in January

This is the first time in probably years where the year has started off with nonstop action. Most of the time, the month of January has been just dry and boring for me. Things go by like syrup, so the days feel too long and I’m usually left sitting and staring at a clock for the time to just edge by.

But this year, January has been a monster for me. I feel like I’ve been on a rollercoaster for this first half of the month, up and down, up and down. There’s been barely any time to breathe and reflect on all the changes. As my friend said to me the other day, there’s no time to feel much emotion for things that have happened.

In the little free time I’ve had this month, I have been walking around more and reflecting on the past few years. I’ve seen a few of my favorite businesses in my neighborhood close down due to the slow economy, and new businesses popping up near the Financial District showing promise for an improving economy. Still, there are a lot of vacant storefronts, all victims to the recession.

I also find myself observing others more, and realizing what a long way I’ve come in the past 5-10 years. It’s a big chunk of time to think about, but I notice how times have changed and how I’ve aged when observing others. I watch young high-schoolers board the bus with their nonchalant “tough” demeanor and I wonder what they’ll be thinking about when they come to my age. I’m not much older than they are, but the space between the teenage and young adult years is much wider than the space between the 20s and 30s.

The rest of the month (the next two weeks) will continue upon this rollercoaster I’ve boarded. I’m not sure if the ride will stop on my birthday or if it’ll continue on throughout the year.

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My San Francisco Chronicles Slice of Life

Reaching Out on Muni.

It was a crowded 5-Fulton outbound on a Tuesday commute. Somewhere near the Civic Center, a blind man and his girlfriend (also partially blind) got on the bus and were given seats near the front but not next to one another. Closer to City Hall, a boy around the ages of 7-9 got on the bus with his mother and stood near the front of the bus.

The boy had noticed the blind man’s walking cane and began to talk with him.

Boy: “Sir, what’s that stick for?”
Blind man: “Oh, it’s to help me find my way around because I cannot see.”
Boy: “You can’t see? What do you mean? Can you see me?”
Blind man: “Unfortunately, no, I cannot see you, at least not in this dim light [on the bus].”
Boy: “I wish you could see me. I would give you my eyes so you can see.”
Blind man: “You are so very sweet, thank you.”

The boy’s mother, meanwhile, seemed uncomfortable with her son being overly inquisitive with a stranger. She continued to hush and scold him for asking too many questions throughout the conversation.

Boy: “Do you cook?”
Blind man: “Oh, no way, I don’t. But my girlfriend cooks for me.”

The blind man motions to his girlfriend in the general direction of her voice.

Boy: “Oh, you are his girlfriend?”
Girlfriend: “Yes, I am.”
Boy: “Can you see me?”
Girlfriend: “I also cannot see, but I can see better than my boyfriend.”
Boy: “Why can you both not see? I wish I could give both of you my eyes so you can see me and everyone else here.”
Girlfriend: “That’s so very kind of you, thank you.”

The boy and his mother had to get off the bus around Fillmore. Before he got off the bus, he bid his farewell to the couple.

Boy: “It was nice meeting you, Sir.” He takes the blind man’s hand into his own and shakes it.
Blind man: “It was very nice meeting you, too. Thank you.”
Boy: “It was nice meeting you, Miss.” He hugs the girlfriend.
Girlfriend: “You are so sweet, thank you. You take care of yourself and your mother now.”

The boy and his mother exited, and enough seats freed up between the couple so they could find one another again by the sound of each other’s voices.

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The whole scene was enough to make my week and remind me of how, despite our differences, we humans will always care for one another in some ways without even being properly acquainted. The little boy, despite not even knowing the blind man and his girlfriend, was so sincere and willing to give up his own eyes for them so they could see. It’s a rare sight (no pun intended) to see something like this on public transportation these days, where the rest of us tend to keep to ourselves and fall into our own worlds while on the bus.

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featured Internet project the3six5

the3six5 Project.

I’m currently sitting in JFK Airport’s T5, waiting for my delayed flight back to San Francisco. It’s a New Year, another year, another chance at more changes and accomplishments. 2010 so far has been a mixed bucket: joys and sorrows. But, let’s write about something else, shall we?

I’ve signed up to participate in the3six5 project, a project featuring 365 people’s views on all the days of the year. Each author picks a day in the year 2010 to write about that day, the current events, reflections, etc. Basically, what are the lives like of 365 people in the US? After the project concludes (one year from now), the creators of the project (Len Kendall and Daniel Honigman) hope to publish the project as a “crowdsourced journal of 2010”.

There were several days I wanted to write an entry for, but unfortunately, all of those were already reserved for other authors. So, I went for the next best thing, which was essentially the next available consecutive date. Look out for my entry on April 24, 2010. Perhaps that day will be something spectacular.

Then again, isn’t everyday spectacular in its own way?