Death of a friend's brother

Have you seen the movie “Fargo”? There is this Asian guy, lonely and deserted, desperate to be understood, yet alone in the sea of people so much different than he. The character was exaggerated, yet right on the money for a typical Asian man in Minnesota. I cringe whenever I see the movie again, because the character reminds so much of who I was before I met Sonnie. See.. I never really had a girlfriend in high school, college and most of my adult life. For almost 30 years, I wanted to cuddle with someone, looking deeply into her eyes, being unconditionally loved for who I was.
Why am I telling you all this? Without really knowing your brother, I have a strong notion that he felt the same way. I don’t know how he died, but his hopelessness probably contributed to his death. I wish he could have known what it is like to swim out of the whirlpool of despair, discovering the pure joy that we are always loved -- by God and by one’s own family, that we are never alone. I just wish that he had a chance to see that the world isn’t always dark, but full of light and hope, bright and warm with joy. The happiest people are those who have had bounced back from the bottom of despair, discovering that everything is beautiful, only if we let it. I am sure you were a caring brother. He just didn’t see, because he didn’t know how to look. Anyway, I am thinking of you, wanting to let you know that I care.

Being my own boss

My helper always calls me "Hey Boss" and somehow I like the sound of that.
Married with no kids, she is not particularly beautiful but seems motivated. She learns things fast and seems to be honest. She also cleans and make phone calls, which I dread doing. I pay her $7/hour to work around 20 hours a week. I throw in little bit of commission here and there if the sales are good.
There will be days when I would like to take off to the ocean with the kids, and have her attend the store by herself. Now.. that is a true happiness of owning your own business. I am not there yet, but soon.

The devil assigned numbers

A pastor and his wife walk in and want to buy two Nextel phones. They are in a hurry so they just tell me to activate two lines and that they would be picking them up the next day. The wife asks me to select good numbers. I reply by saying that I'll try my best, even though I don't have much control over the computerized selection.
I activate two lines shortly after they leave. Nextel computer gives me two "great" numbers. 925-525-6664 and 925-525-6665! I am pretty sure they are not going to be thrilled so I call customer service right afterwards to change them.
Honest -- this happened to me yesterday!