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My son Eugene picked me up from the airport around end of December 07, my usual trip back home once a month. On the way home, he mention that Corry, his friend is going to school in San Francisco for classes he needs to take to become a firemen’s paramedic. “Well Eugene, why don’t you go with him and take couple of classes up there? Wouldn’t it be the perfect chance for you to go back to school, and will give you an opportunity to be in the new environment.” He reached over with his right hand to my right hand ( my left hand has prosthysis on), and said “ Thank you mom, I love you.” This is how he moved to San Francisco and registered at the City College in Jan. 08.
He lives on the very famous street called The Clarion St./Mission St. where there is well known artists paintings on the wall and garage door. It is very rough area as his landlord informed me, and said,”Lets see if he can stick it out. If he can’t, I will discard his lease, although he signed 1 year lease.” I do agree 100 %, the area is very rough looking . I mentioned to Eugene one day that I believe it’s not safe for him to live there. But he said ” Mom don’t you know I need to see all this? I am fine Mom. Would you please stop worrying?” Well, that,s that I said to myself……
I love to read his blogs and check on it every day. It helps me to get to know more of him, or rather get to know him all over again. Now he is grown up individual being, not only as my son. That’s where I got my blogging ideas from him . I got jealous. Beside, it’s long overdue, that I truly believe I need to express my thoughts, pour out what I have inside of me good or bad, whatever it is. My dearest spiritual friend Eddie Gabrial been told me many times in the past, that I needed to bring out all my writings which are tucked a way like it almost don’t exist. He said it meant to sing it , not literally but in spiritual sense and people need to read about it. I never believed him only because I know that I am no writer not in English nor Korean, because I am not good in either one.All I have been doing was scrible once in a while.
Eugene lives in small studio apartment, upstairs of the Hispanic church along with 2 other Hispanic tenants. He and I both think there is a crack house acrosse the alley on Clarion Street where he can see who is going in or out . He even took pictures of some one getting arrested at the bottom of the stairs, right outside of his apartment one night in the dark.
The latest thing with Eugene is that he is planning to join the cycling event from San Francisco to Los Angeles for AIDS fund raising. He pleads for someone to donate some money at the fund raising web site ( I promised myself not to forget to donate some $s out of my pocket. ) It would be so worth it. It will make him happy.
But my latest dilemma with his cycling to all the way to Los Angeles is not only mother’s worry, I think I have good reason to be concerned about him over doing to prove himself that he is now normal and has no handicap issues. Their meet starts on 1st of June, ends the 7th. I know I will drive near his course just in case he needs something. I will meet him somewhere from the middle, like Modesto, California.I just must!!!
“PLEASE EUGENE! Listen to your body!……You already proved your potential to yourself and to the whole world by pulling yourself together against all odds.Your deligent efforts and never wanting to give up for yourself is a proof. Please don’t never forget that.” Love you son!.
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