Three years ago, a close personal friend of mine committed suicide. Today, for the first time, I learned how he died. It was like a thunderbolt when I heard the news, and I was stunned beyond belief. He was an esteemed physician, a proud father, a great husband, and a brother to me. We saw each other nearly daily; I lived nearby and shared dinners, laughs, and good and bad wine with him.
He was multi-talented. Born in China to missionary doctors, he spoke Chinese like fish peddlers, and he treated every patient with empathy and professionalism. His talents in the kitchen were well-known. He would invite his friends to weekend get-togethers at the drop of a hat. He once threw a party to celebrate the purchase of a brand-new 15-inch television set that cost a fortune at the time.
My memories of our time together blend into a years-long moving video. Today, I’ll pay tribute to his honor and pray for eternal rest. Be well, dear friend.
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I’m a dreamer at heart, proudly born and raised in San Francisco—a city that covers just 49 square miles but was heaven on earth for me. Every corner of The City (as we natives affectionately call it) has been a part of my life. No area ever felt too distant. With wide eyes and an open heart, I’ve always welcomed the world around me. I find joy in creativity, wonder, and discovering new possibilities—whether that’s through international work adventures or dreaming up the next exciting idea. Even though San Francisco was my hometown, my passport has taken me to many amazing places and introduced me to wonderful people, shaping me in countless ways. I carry pieces of these experiences and friendships with me wherever I go. Above all, I treasure my family, friends, and those small, meaningful moments that keep my spirit alive and thriving. I never want my curiosity to fade away.
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