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Being There For Someone In Need
A young marine once walked into a hospital ward. The nurse on duty, catching sight of him, breathed a sigh of relief. “I’m so glad you could come,” she said. “Your dad has been asking for you. He won’t be here much longer, but it’ll do him so much good to see you.” The marine…
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How Nature Reflects Society: Understanding Ecological Oppression
A small, harmless frog floated into the thick wilderness, hopping near the banks of a glistening creek underneath jade-colored trees. A gentle wind blew through the air, carrying the scent of damp moss and the light swish of leaves. It spread his slimy green and yellow skin as he hopped around grass puddles onto a…
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The Hummingbird’s Whisper and Life’s Simple Truths
Years had passed since I retired from the real estate business. Although I enjoyed my time in real estate, I’m grateful for the experiences that shaped my career. I spent a peaceful afternoon in the garden of my Cape George home, drinking tea as I contemplated life after my real estate career. A hummingbird’s quick…
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Awakening the Owl Within: Finding Clarity in Shifting Sands
“If we cannot sing of faith and triumph, we will sing our despair. We will be that kind of bird. There are day owls, and there are night owls, and each is beautiful and even musical while about its business.” ― Henry David Thoreau. Much like an owl’s eyes pierce through darkness, you can serve…
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Inspiration Behind the Crossing Paths Book
When I came to America in the early 70s, America still felt like a place of possibility. No matter where you were from, people still took the time to welcome you into their neighborhoods. We shared a sense of camaraderie, understanding that each of us was striving to perform at our best. This instilled in…
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The Long Road Home: A Story 54 Years in the Making
“The Long Road Home” began fifty-four years ago, when the word “home” meant two different things to me. Home was America—the one I built for myself from scratch. Home was Thai culture, traditions my relatives no longer practiced, and a language I no longer spoke. For five decades, I mourned the loss of my first…