Who am I?

Man where do I begin? Well I guess like most stories ya should start at the beginning. First and foremost, I’m Korean. I was born in Pusan, South Korea. The story goes that I was found abandoned on a train and taken to a catholic orphanage. When I was about three years old I was adopted and brought to the United States. Here is the kicker, I was born with a hole in my heart. When I was adopted I was about three years old but the size of an 18month old baby. I had to have open heart surgery. As that story goes, I stopped breathing twice. Lost the use of my right side and had to learn how to do most things left handed. Through some rehab I gained the use of my right side back. Now, here is a key point to know, I don’t remember a lick of this. Don’t know anything about my time in Korea or the surgery or suddenly becoming left handed after being right handed. Anyways, that’s enough about me for now.

So earlier you read about stuff that I don’t remember. I suppose it’s only fitting that I put things down that I do remember. Also seems fitting that I add where some of cynicism comes from.

The most distinctive memory I have is sitting on my porch. Normally sitting on my porch was an awesome time. We had a big porch swing that I use to love to sit on. My favorite times were sitting on the swing and watching it rain. This memory however serves as one of the most painful memories ever. I think it was about 7 or 8. My parents had just gotten a divorce. By this time in the process I was use to being picked up on the weekend and spending time with “dad”. This particular weekend he never showed. Not just for that weekend but ever. I remember being so stubborn about the situation that I sat there for what seemed liked hours. Then at some point, I realized I was never going to see him again. I honestly believe this was the seed of my cynicism. Other events have happened to fuel and cultivate it, but this was the seed.

It wasn’t until years later that I was able to think back and remember that there were warning signs. The boxes throughout the apartment, the new girlfriend, dropping the girlfriends son at his grandmas and there being tears. Sorry to leave this on such a sour note. Like I said earlier, I think it’s important for the readers to know when and where the seed of cynicism was planted.


7 thoughts on “Who am I?

  1. Nate, I´m so sorry, I got your email and I did plan on answering it once I got the time, but somehow I must have deleted it by accident. Do you mind terribly sending it again?

  2. They say God doesn’t give us more than we can bear… Your share has been more than many of us could handle.
    I just want to say that I’m sorry you’ve gone through these tough things in your life. Amazing really. You’re a trooper! Keep fighting!

    Also, Nate, i really love your writing. It’s incredible. Keep it up. And thanks for sharing your awesome story.

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