Day 0

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If I were on schedule, I would still be on a flight somewhere across the Pacific Ocean to Incheon International Airport. Alas, I am still in my own bed here in the bay area, aches across my back, and aches throughout my heart.

I had to push back my plans a day because I got into a car accident that completely destroyed my car. It was my first accident and being sandwiched between two pick up trucks was one of the most terrifying experiences of my life.

I have no words for all those who reached out, helped me, cried with me last night as I was in utter shock at the experience. For my roommates who consoled my, my best friend from home that called me crying in worry, my sister who needed to know if I was okay.

I find that it is in the most treacherous of times that I find true love; yesterday I did. I felt a love that I had not experienced in such a long time and that love found me yesterday.

I decided to take that flight to Korea tomorrow. I will be in Korea tomorrow.
I will finish what I started.

I will not break. my father will not break me. I will not break.

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