Every few months, my parents pick one particular type of fruit and eat it all the time. Papaya was the fruit of choice a month before I left for Penang, and every single time you opened their fridge, you’d see the same uncovered, rectangular-shaped tupperware brimming with the stuff. It truly is the way to my parents’ hearts, and one very special person unknowingly discovered that fact. Believe it or not, that papaya-filled piece of plastic is the reason I’m married!
“One of the things I’m grateful for is children who challenged me when I was wrong, even though they had to suffer my wrath.” – My Father
On a Monday afternoon, roughly three years ago, a group of my friends and I drove over to Walker Bros. Pancake House (Hello, Apple Pancake!). As we settled in, Azam sat across from me as our waitress handed us menus. A few minutes in to some pleasant conversation, one of our mutual friends began to tell a story. I wasn’t listening, and continued to laugh, and comment while he was speaking. To be quite honest, I was being downright obnoxious. And I knew it.
As a fairly quiet 16 year old, I didn’t act on many opportunities to travel outside my self-created computer and television screen bubble. Starting high school with a bit of a rough patch,
didn’t help much either. By the time of my junior year, however, I found some popular and friendly kids who created an open atmosphere in my physics class.
“When you feel life out of focus, always return to basic of life.” – Mr. Miyagi, Karate Kid Part II
Your first question?
Why in God’s name were you up at 7:30 AM on a Sunday?
If nothing is worthy of fear except God, and I am fearing social interaction, I am implying that social interaction is worthy of fear. And therefore associating an attribute of God with something insignificant.