The Greatest Honor

| This is the 484th story of Our Life Logs | I was born into a lower-middle class family in Rawalpindi, Pakistan, in July 1954. My father made little money as a government officer and could not afford to take care of us kids. With one son and four daughters, he already had the odds against him, as marrying off four girls was quite expensive. Struggling to … Continue reading The Greatest Honor

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Who Are the Good Guys?

| This is the 477th story of Our Life Logs | Miami was sleepy in the ‘50s—nothing like the bustling buildings and energy it has now. When my family moved across town, over the canal to 87th street, it was like the world dropped off. Everything beyond that was a bunch of streams, lakes, and (in true Floridian fashion) swamps where you could walk for miles without … Continue reading Who Are the Good Guys?

You’ll Understand When You’re Older

| This is the 437th story of Our Life Logs | “You’ll understand when you’re older.”  It’s a phrase that we have all heard growing up. Sometimes that was true. We would grow up, and things from our childhood would start making sense. But some things are always going to be beyond our comprehension; there will be some memories that we will look back on in 10, … Continue reading You’ll Understand When You’re Older

Strength in the Journey

| This is the 380th story of Our Life Logs | A great journey begins in the heart, It is realized in the mind, But can only prevail by way of the feet. —CSW My parents were both originally from the northern region of Vietnam but fled south to escape communist rule. They met each other in Saigon in 1954, fell in love, and married shortly after … Continue reading Strength in the Journey