Happy Birthday, Dad!

My dad turned 74 today!  He is exactly twice as old as I am, but not for long, since I'll be adding another notch to the life-belt this year.  It's hard to believe that my father already had FOUR kids by the time he was my age (and I still have a big-fat-zero kids...sore subject), and planning a whole new life for all of us, too.  I think when he was my age he came to live in America, a year ahead of the rest of the family; we came after he was settled into a house and had a job.  I don't know how my father did it.  He left a beautiful, custom-built house in Korea, a high-paying job, his family, and his extended family, too.  Granted, my mom and the kids came a year later, but still, to leave so much behind to start a new life in a country that didn't really want him took some serious brass kahunas!  Could YOU ever imagine moving to a new country, where you knew like one other person, didn't speak the language, and looked completely different?  Let's be real here.  It's not like an American dude moving to Canada.  It's more like a Senegalese dude moving to Hong Kong.  Dad, I salute you, and thanks for having brass ones!