A Friend of the Unexpected

I remember during my high school career watching the active students travel to here and there, become leaders in this sector and that sector. I envied them, not for their popularity, but more for what they represented. These students were successful, at least in the small microcosm of John Carroll Catholic High. Although, I never experienced the bitterness of failure until college, I didn't feel successful in High-School. The kind of success that not only makes others smile and congratulate you on your blessings, but also leaves you bewildered and speechless. I've experience such success in college, culminating with this upcoming adventure.

So what have I been doing while I wait for August? Not as much as I probably should be. A few months ago I bought software to help me with Cantonese; and as a result, I can now say "Hello" in Cantonese. On a more progressive note, I have accumulated a couple of books and ideas that will help me in my teaching, and in sharing my American culture, Black culture, and even a little American Indian culture (poor native americans always receiving only a little of recognition). I will admit that I am nervous, not of traveling, not even of the amount of time I will be gone. I have become accustomed to being a representative of my chosen and divinely given groups. I simply hope to represent them well. Those who know me closely, know that my tongue has gotten me into hot water before, so everyone pray for the taming of that beast before I leave. Trust me, it is truly a matter of national security.

It is very fitting that I share my pre-dapture thoughts on Hong Kong's Independence day. Ten years ago, Hong Kong was given back to China from Great Britain. I am very interested in experiencing the sentiment that may surround this momentous anniversary.

I only have a month left (August 2nd), so if there is something that you are dying to say directly to me, time is dwindling. My colleagues, as we all go through this transition from academia to the working circuit or from one level of academia to another, I say may Jesus Christ, Son of God, guide your steps as I believe He is guiding mine. My elders, those who have molded, challenged, and encouraged me, I say may God keep you well. As you all know, I could linger her and add paragraph after paragraph since my brain is not one of few thoughts, but I dare not bore you immediately. The next time I write to you all, it will be from foreign soil.

Keep me in your Prayers.