The Will to Survive

| This is the 138th story of Our Life Logs | I was born in 1913 on the island of Hainan, China. I was the eldest child in my family. We went on a long sea voyage to Malaya, a then-British colony in Southeast Asia. My parents settled in a small community near the sea called Kuantan. I grew up there, helping my mother care … Continue reading The Will to Survive

Away from the Past

| This is the 130th story of Our Life Logs | My life started in an inner-city neighborhood of Columbus, Ohio. Today it has become a revamped, artsy district, but when I was born in 1987, it was a place full of gangs, violence, and drugs. I thought I was going to overcome the inevitable and never touch that side of life. It turns out that … Continue reading Away from the Past

To Grow Where We Are Planted

| This is the 120th story of Our Life Logs | I hail from Nyakach village in Kisumu County in Western Kenya. It was not by mistake that I was named after my clan, “Nyakach.” My parents must have had great hopes for me when they gave me this name, for people are rarely named after their clan, and those that are, tend to spend their … Continue reading To Grow Where We Are Planted

Dealing from the Bottom

| This is the 114th story of Our Life Logs | Let me take you back to when I was just six years old. My chronic asthma was a plague against my childhood, as I was in the hospital more often than I was in school. It swindled countless opportunities of social interaction, of fitting in, of making friends. It’s 1986, in Melbourne, Australia, and I’m … Continue reading Dealing from the Bottom

Face Forward

| This is the 110th story of Our Life Logs | I was born in Murupara, a tiny rural town in New Zealand, in the 1960s. I was the youngest of three daughters. My oldest sister Katherine died after just 36 hours of life, and my next sister, Cathy, was diagnosed with Cystic Fibrosis at two years old. Cystic Fibrosis–a genetic, terminal illness that affects … Continue reading Face Forward

A Helping Heart

| This is the 106th story of Our Life Logs | If life were to be pre-programmed, it would kill the fun out of every learning situation. It would be better to be born a zombie than live such a life. I’m glad that I made choices in my life with my heart, instead of being controlled by money. I was born in the tourist … Continue reading A Helping Heart

The Art of Living

| This is the 103rd story of Our Life Logs | Living simply has been ingrained in me. I was born in the late 1950s in Danville, Kentucky, and raised by my great-grandmother. My mother’s parents weren’t involved in my mother’s life, much like my father was not there for me, so my great-grandmother stepped in. She raised both my mother and then me. Thanks to … Continue reading The Art of Living

The Feast of Life

| This is the 101st story of Our Life Logs | My childhood was spent in the small city of Manizales, Colombia. As the youngest in the family, my parents were quite overprotective of me. They didn’t let me go outside and play with other kids very often because they would worry about me. The isolation made me shy and socially awkward. My older brother … Continue reading The Feast of Life