well

I didn't mind sharing about my life and stuff w/ you. I consider myself to be a walking autobiography anyway. I like stuff like that. Then what if I told you that I came from a good family? Of course, if I were to tell my friends that my family altogether is filthy rich then of course I would get a pat-in-the-back from my parents. I ain't lying. I could bring my uncle here, who is filthy rich. You could interview him. I don't care. Of course, these are the things my parents would love me to tell my friends. If I were to tell you that my uncle (by marriage) owns a large bedding company called 이브자리 (sp?) w/ his older brother. If I were to tell you that my maternal grandmother graduated from a Japanese university and her husband was a banker who won awards, ya di ya di da. My mom grew up with silver spoon on her mouth. The family had multiple televisions while most families did not own even 1. Both my grandfathers had chauffeurs. My other grandfather was a self-made man who graduated from university in his 30s and rose up to become vice-president of a company... the same grandfather who called me beautiful and always loved me dearly ... my role model, a type of man (in terms of character) I would want to seek in a hubby.... who had served as a deacon at a large church. And this is all true. These are information my family would love me to share to others. My grandfather owned a house in Gangnam in Seoul which is the richest part of Seoul, Yeok-Sam Dong. I was raised as a babe there until we moved to America. My rich uncle when I was 15 flew us to Hawaii where we rode a limo there. And everytime I go to Korea, some of my loaded family members always bring us to top-notch restaurants which is like $100-$150 per person. My loaded uncle, who is also a kind-hearted good man, also flew us to HK and Taiwan. I guess you would like to hear that my mother went to the best women's university, majoring in political science (dreamed to be a lawyer) but you know Korean women's life in the 70s. My dad also majored in dairy science in a school well-known for that major. What if I told you that when my grandmother (maternal) died several weeks ago, about 1,000 people attended her funeral, including a lot of the employees from her son-in-law's big company. Despite my family's rich heritage (or so to speak), in its Protestant/ Catholic beliefs (my great-great-grandfather on dad side got "saved" in Hawaii, and our whole family became christians.) What if I told you my grandfather (dad's side) was always generous in tithing and service to the Lord? After telling you all this, would you believe me that I had history of the big "D"? And then you hear story of my parents, how they left EVERYTHING to start a new life here.

What if I told you that I do personally do know a friend, although i haven't seen him in a while, that I met coincidentally (platonic younger brother) who is about 2,3,4 years younger. I lost contact w/ him (and all information is changed because to protect his privacy too, and confidentiality.) Let's say his name is James. He is 2,3,4 years younger than I am, Caucasian, predominantly Italian. He grew up in chicago (remember all information is changed, demographically speaking.) and there his father is the head of the internal medicine department of University of Chicago. He grew up with several younger sisters. His family is filthy rich, posh lifestyle. The wine, the have it, the u know what. He is an attractive young man, with average built. But when you see him, he is disheveled, and you know he is not looking at you when you speak to him. He seems lost. A friendly kid. His family is loving, dad a little bit strict, but nothing out of the ordinary. But they are rich. They own two houses, or three in different parts of US (cities.) What if I told you that his story is similar to mine. He stayed in wards longer, 3 months period at a time. If you compare me and him, I look completely sane and normal. But his attempt histories are similar to mine, but more severe, A LOT more severe. Mine is mild compared to his. He doesn't look at you, but he is looking out of space. A kid who has little friends, cannot go to school because he cannot function normally. Sadness permeates his face like no other. Which really I am suggesting, $$$$ does not buy happiness/ joy. no not really.