My letter to Dad
One day, almost thirty years ago on a street of Bangkok, a poor mother and her little boy were waiting for a bus to come. As the bus arrived, the mother pushed the boy inside first, when suddenly the bus jerked away from the side of the road, leaving the mother behind. Do you remember, Dad, that you and I witnessed that as we were walking together? Without a second thought, you ran to the panic-stricken mother…a total stranger to you…, put your money in her hand, and hailed a cab for her so she could catch up with the bus which was carrying her son. I don’t know if you still remember that. I don’t even know if you can hear me now. But I do remember that day, Dad. It’s still so clear in my mind as if it had happened yesterday….
Dad, if there is any sense of strong compassion in me, I got it from you. Although you were not without imperfection, you were a good man. And when I think of integrity, honesty, and kindness towards the weak, whether it be humans or animals, I always think of you. And I always will…Dad.