My Experiences (Bio)
Experiences help form character, what character traits depend on how we handled and learned from our experiences in life. Everyone has their own individual journey through life and also plays a very big role in what life they create for themselves that also affects those around them and their world. These are a few of mine and what I may relate to that some others can relate to. It helps me and those that have been through an array to develop compassion for others and know how to care and have the empathy essential in today's world to help others heal and appreciate others challenges in life.
Fear
Like a race horse ready to break through the gates I was excited to get out of prison. What I didn’t realize was that all the years of the system oppressing me and convincing me I was all these negative things, it annihilated my self image, along with prison... Read More
Bullying
The abuse for me came from some adults in the school system, and some older classmates that ganged up and beat me. Later in life I had buried the memories away, and as a result had some effect on my life. It was mother bathing me in grade one and notice... Read More
Racism
With no English speaking skills, our first time seeing snow, and in total culture shock, we were mesmerized by everything around us. This was also the start of years of ongoing mistreatment as the very few Asians in the city...Read More
Fatherhood
Close to a year after we began our relationship, we had a surprise pregnancy and I told my mother I was keeping the child while she was setting up a pre arranged marriage to make sure I didn’t go astray. Mother was so upset temporarily and fired me and evicted me from living in the family business and told me I was excommunicated from the family...
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Loss
One night coming home from his late night job he was hit by a speeding truck in the rain and mom got the, “I am sorry…” call. I naively went that very next morning with my dad’s friends to the impound and witnessed dad’s crushed up van, where I saw blood smeared from one side to the other... Read More
Incarceration
In the dimly lit one bedroom apartment, looking at my terrified pregnant girlfriend’s face and having her say to me, “What are we going to eat, we only have money for one more meal?” With no friends and no potential job to get food to us any faster, I turned to selling small amounts of marijuana that I got off of the patrons on the depraved street I lived on... Read More
Poverty
My father, with no English speaking skills, didn’t do well financially and so we lived in a tiny cramped apartment. Dad slept on the living room couch, my brother and I slept in a room that was connected to the washroom that had no door... Read More