Speechless.

A couple days ago, my family and I were walking through monument central of the DC area. When passing the Lincoln Memorial, my dad, holding my 9-year-old sister’s hand, was walking along the sidewalk. Out of nowhere, a shirtless, bearded man made the shape of a gun with his two hands, pointed it at my dad’s head, and mumbled something rude (and racist) as my father and sister walked by. My father is an Asian-American, but did nothing to provoke the shirtless, bearded man.

My father is a retired Senior Chief of the United States Navy, after 23 years of service. My dad did not deserve the disrespect that the shirtless, bearded man gave him. I don’t know if the man thought my dad was Korean, or Japanese, or whatever. Even so, judging my dad’s race is no reason to do what that man did. I don’t know what made the shirtless, bearded man do what he did. But dad says it does not matter. Dad tells me, as long as he knows what he’s done for our country and is proud of it, then that’s all that matters.

My dad is proud of his service to our country, even though people clearly do not recognize it. He does everything he does with integrity and I am so proud of him. Thank you for your years of service, and for setting a great example for me Papa. Love you<3

Good answer. It’s weird, 7 months ago, I gave a 5-minute-long keynote revolving around this idea. This person summed it all up in 26 words. I wonder if it was too long. I wonder who actually paid attention to it. I wonder if I made a difference. I wonder, if, to any of the 1800 people there, what I said actually spoke to anyone. I guess I’ll never know. God put me there for a reason, hopefully I did exactly what He wanted me to.

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Yea, this sucks for me, but I think I’m going to be okay with it. It’s his deal, not mine, and that is completely okay. This is good.

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Everyday. Every moment. And very much so.

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Me and trees. Seriously.

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“Louder Than Before” ~ Catholic Youth Convention 2009 <3

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When you realize that moment you told yourself would never happen to you, happens to you. All year I said all I want to do is graduate. All I want to do is get out of here. Now that the end is so close, I’m just like woah - slow down.
I always thought these stupid high school cliches weren’t me. But even with my outward emotional disconnection, I’m having that stupid bitter-sweet feeling all those dramatic high school seniors get when they’re about to graduate. It is so weird. I don’t like my feelings.
A month ago, a year ago, 2 years ago - none of this seemed real. I never thought my life would be like it is today. Where I’m going. What I’m doing. Who’s important to me. Everything.
Most teenage girl things, or most things pertaining to high school in the social/emotional aspect had always been trivial in my opinion. I always thought that frame of mind was a strength; I took pride in it. Looking back, I missed out on a lot of things, because of that wall of pride.
And looking back on life recently, and now, I feel like all those stupid girlish/teenagerish feelings are rushing full speed through and through, all in my last few weeks of senior year. Everything’s so busy anyway and my future is calling me to keep working hard right now. I’m such a mess, a happy mess, but still a mess. Feelings are so stupid.

Pretty much.

Minus the “I think of all the ones I hate” 

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The next couple weeks are gonna be busy. It’s scary. But my beautiful savior Jesus Christ is here, so I can do this. I. Can. Do. This.

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I’ve done this so many times. I suck haha.

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Every piano player’s dream. So perf.

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Anything and everything. Just to so he can see it or when I need it the most. Not to make this super gushy, but my boyfriend is such a sweetheart<3

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I love you too<3

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