Road Trip from CA to IL – Day 4 (Memphis, TN)


Day 4

After saying good-bye to Derrick, his wife, and their baby, I headed towards Memphis, TN, passing through Arkansas along the way.  Unfortunately, Arkansas isn’t a state to visit, but a state to drive through.  There is nothing for tourists, but offers plenty of scenic driving routes that didn’t fit my direction anyways.

However, there is a giant Korean-style gate and memorial in Little Rock, AK called H.U. Lee International Gate.  It’s to commemorate this Korean guy who lived in Arkansas and founded the American Taekwondo Association.  Never in a million years would I have expected to find anything Korean in Arkansas, but adventure leads you to the least expected discoveries.

Sadly, I really had to pee when I got to Little Rock.  I was hoping this Korean gate would have a public restroom but it was in a small place without convenient parking.  I circled around the area until I thought my bladder was going to burst.  So I just peeked at the gate from a far distance from my car then just headed towards a gas station with a bathroom since the possibility of an exploding bladder heavily outweighed my desire to visit a random Korean gate in Arkansas.  Even after finding relief, I was so mentally worn out that I just went on towards Memphis without a second glance at the Korean gate.




MLK’s motel room

In Memphis, I went to the Civil Rights Museum which is built around the old Lorraine Motel, where Martin Luther King Jr. was assassinated.  Having just previously been to where JFK was assassinated, I somehow found myself at a place of another assassination.

The Civil Rights Movement is such a big movement that I was overwhelmed by the flood of information, and ashamed at how little I knew about it.  As an Asian in America, I benefit from the sacrifices and martyrdom of so many black folks of the Civil Rights Movement, yet I hardly know anything about its history.  For the second time this year I wished I had paid more attention in history class.


The balcony (marked with the circle flower thing) where MLK was shot.


After the museum, I went to try what “real southern BBQ” was like.  I ate at “Central BBQ” which was admittedly one of the better BBQ I’ve had, but I wasn’t blown out of my mind.  I guess I’ve been spoiled with too much great food in LA and Chicago.


Pork ribs with mac and cheese, collard greens, and sweet tea.


When I finished eating, it was dark and raining pretty hard.  However I had come too far to let petty rain hinder my tourism.  I walked lonesomely through the downpour across the Harahan bridge across the Mississippi river to the border of Tennessee and Arkansas and took some selfies with my feet in 2 different states.  I was the only one there and I looked as sketchy as heck but thankfully the police at the base of the bridge didn’t stop me.


By the time I drove to Beale Street, the rain had let down a bit.  Beale Street is a strip of restaurants/bars/shops where live bands play every night.  As the birthplace of blues and soul music, there was an unknown indie band playing at every other bar/restaurant.  I walked into a random bar, drank whiskey from a plastic cup, and listened to a band I didn’t know for hours.  I didn’t know any of their songs, but it was awesome to be in an environment where everybody loved music and played what they loved, regardless of how not-famous they were.



Simeon Koh



Road Trip from CA to IL – Day 3 (Dallas, TX)



On Day 3 of my road trip I drove to Dallas and experienced how big Texas is.  So much land, so many oil pumps, so much of nothing in between awesome things.  They say between stars and galaxies are mostly empty space.  To me, Texas felt like the 2D analog of outer space.

In Dalls I visited the 6th Floor Museum at Dealey Plaza, which is where the assassination of President John F. Kennedy occurred.  History has always been my weakest subject, especially U.S. history, so all I knew was that, yeah JFK got assassinated, the end.  The museum did a great job explaining a bit about JFK’s political career, the assassination, and the conspiracy theories surrounding it.

Apparently during the motorcade through Dallas, JFK had the roof of the limousine down so he can be more interactive with the crowd and stuff.  Unfortunately, this guy named Lee Harvey Oswald was waiting on the 6th floor of Dealey Plaza with a sniper rifle and shot him through the back/neck.

The interesting thing I learned was the role photography and television played in JFK’s life.  Television and photography helped the American public get to know the good-looking JFK, and put his family life under the spotlight like a celebrity.  Throughout the beginnings of the civil rights movement, landing on the moon, cuban missile crisis, etc. television and photography played big roles somehow.  And lastly, he was shot in the midst of numerous amateur photographers which helped tremendously in the investigation afterwards.  His assassination happened to be videographed (aka Zapruder film), and later on the assassination of Lee Harvey Oswald by a Dallas nightclub owner was recorded as well.

Anyways, the museum does a much better job at explaining things so you should go check it out.  There’s also plenty of conspiracy theories so knock yourself out.  Why was Lee Harvey Oswald so easily caught?  Why so quickly murdered before his trial?



Afterwards I didn’t have too much time to do a ton of stuff, but went to Pioneer Plaza to see statues of cattle.  It was really fun looking at all the metal cows and taking fun photos with them.



Lastly, I stayed the night at Derrick’s house.  Derrick is a high school friend who is now a dental student in Dallas.  His wife cooked us awesome food and I got to meet their super adorable daughter.  I love babies.  Anyways he gave me a tour of his dental school which was very cool, and we spent the night talking and catching up.  As great as it is to tour around different states and see cool stuff, it doesn’t beat the time you get to be loved by friends and catch up with them.  They were so hospitable and I’m blessed to have a friend like Derrick.  Staying at their apartment was a nice upgrade from the lonely basic Motel 6 rooms I had been using.

IMG_1489Day 3

Simeon Koh


Road Trip from CA to IL – Day 2 (White Sands National Monument)


On Day 2 I drove a couple hours to White Sands Monument in New Mexico which was highly recommended to me by a couple of friends.  It’s a giant desert terrain with white sand dunes.  It wasn’t very cold even in January, but I had to wear sunscreen and sunglasses because of the intense sunlight reflecting off the beautiful sand.

I loved the quiet stillness of the vast desert where you don’t have people making noises with their mouths, no cars driving by, no noisy espresso machines, no sirens blaring, no text messages ringing…  Except for the few off-season tourists, the park was pretty empty which was nice.  But the footprints on the sands were evidence that people, birds, foxes, and other animals were there too.

And there were desert bushes that seemed to grow on sand platforms above the rest of the sand.  According to the educational video at the visitor center, these plants start growing and take root on the ground, but over time the wind blows the sand dunes beneath them so the little patch of ground held together by the roots stay but the rest of the ground has lowered.  Sometimes you find trees that seem to be growing above the ground (pictured below), where the sand has blown away.IMG_1471

Originally I had also planned on exploring the Carlsbad Cavern afterwards, but I didn’t start the day as early as I had planned, which put me on a time crunch.  Carlsbad Cavern was ~4 hours away from White Sands and they close early (makes sense that caves would close before things get dark).  I had been to Carlsbad Cavern before, so I decided to give up on the magnificent cave and spend more time at White Sands instead.



On my drive from White Sands to San Angelo, TX (Motel 6), I also realized that New Mexico isn’t all desert rocks and sand.  I drove through a beautiful mountain path with tall trees and green stuff that made me question what part of the county I was driving through.

However, after I made it out of the mountains my good mood turned into progressive anxiety as the terrain returned to desert-of-nowhere with seemingly infinite stretch of straight road with no gas stations in sight.  I last saw a gas station in the little mountain villages but my car fuel gauge said I could still go ~100 miles.  Surely there would be multiple gas stations within 100 miles!  Well, America is big.  I kept going and going and as I was passing by this small town called Hope, NM, I ironically had no hope because that town literally doesn’t have a gas station (or anything else for that matter).  My car stops estimating how many miles’ worth of fuel I have left after a certain point, but from the latest estimation, I knew I had about 30 miles left.  I started to get seriously worried and used my phone to Google the nearest gas station… which was 33 miles away in Artesia, NM!

I turned off the air conditioner to try to conserve as much fuel as I could, turned off the music because I thought maybe it’ll save some tiny bit of fuel and because I was in no mood to sing along to anything except perhaps something of the death metal genre.  I Googled the most fuel-efficient car speed and drove at 55 mph on cruise control (thinking cruise control is more fuel-efficient than me trying to control the acceleration), all the while praying to God and repenting of all my sins, trying to convince myself that the estimates that my car gave must be lower than actual miles I can still drive.  My mathematically-inclined mind was also constantly calculating and recalculating how many miles I had left to go, how long it would take me at this speed, how long it would take me to run how many miles in my current fitness to get fuel and speedwalk back to my car before the time of sunset and the coyotes come out, etc. etc.

It was the 2nd most thrilling part of my road trip, but I somehow made it to the gas station without my car stopping.  I refueled, thanked the Lord, muttered some curses at the state of New Mexico, and then continued my way to Motel 6 in San Angelo, TX.


Simeon Koh


Day 2

Road Trip from CA to IL – Day 1 (Granite Dells, AZ)


On the first day of my journey, I said good bye to my mom, sister, and Pinky our dog and headed off to Arizona.  For those who have never been to Arizona, there are so many canyons besides the Grand Canyon (Zion canyon, upper and lower antelope canyons, etc.) as well as the petrified forest.  Anyways since I had been to Arizona multiple times with my family in the past, this time I only made a stop at Granite Dells.

It was a random place with lots of interesting rocks surrounding lakes.  I expected it to be isolated from civilization, but the rocks were basically just an extension of the town in Prescott, AZ.  There wasn’t a clear entrance with big signs and visitor centers as in many such places.  That was very painful because after driving for 6 hours I really really really needed to pee and I couldn’t find where to park.  After a while, I just pulled into a local park and in my desperation I peed in the bushes hoping no innocent child may walk by with his/her parents.  After I regained normal mental capacity, it was much easier to locate another park that was closer to the lake and rocks.

I had so much fun climbing up and down rocks and probably went to dangerous parts that I should not have done so as a solo traveler with no experience rock-climbing.  The good thing is that I picked up some empty water bottles that people accidentally dropped into such out-of-reach places, so that made it worth the danger.  If I were like Bear Grylls and had a professional cameraman follow me up and down these rocks I would have much cooler photos but unfortunately it was impossible to take selfies while climbing down big rocks with other people’s trash in my hand.  You can peruse the Internet for pictures of Granite Dells and imagine a little Korean man traversing those rocks picking up trash and watching ducks swim in the lake.

I wish I had more time spend there, but I still had 5 more hours to drive to my reserved Motel 6 at Lordsburg, NM.  Maybe next time I’ll make a longer stay and hike the trails a bit more.

Simeon Koh

Day 1


Road Trip from CA to IL – Day 0 (Intro)

Road Trip Day 0

Many of you guys know that I have been all over the place for the past 6 months.  I was back in LA with my parents while studying for Step 2 of my board exams, an audition rotation, then back to Chicago for a month of rotation, then 1 month in Colorado, 1 month in San Diego, and then back in LA staying with my parents while traveling for 17 residency interviews.  Lots of challenging and wonderful things have happened during the past 6 months, but right now I want to talk about my journey back to Chicago from California.

Most people simply fly to their away rotations and rent cars (or do without a car) but as the son of a trucker I decided to drive all the way.  Then on my way back to Chicago, I knew I would have some flexibility of time to make a road trip and see all the interesting things that lay in between my 2 homes.

Instead of braving the icy snow through the mountains in Colorado as I typically do, this time I decided to go through warmer southern places:  California –> Arizona –> Texas –> Arkansas (briefly) –> Tennessee –> Indiana (just driving through) –> Illinois.  In total took a little less than 3000 miles of traveling alone, but it was a lot of fun.

  • Day 1 – Shenanigans at Granite Dells, AZ where I saw lots of cool rocks around a lake
  • Day 2 – Shenanigans at White Sands Monument, NM with beautiful white sand dunes
  • Day 3 – Shenanigans at Dallas, TX where I went to explore the assassination of JFK, and was hosted overnight by Derrick C. my high school buddy
  • Day 4 – Shenanigans at Memphis, TN where I explored the assassination of MLK Jr. and the live music scene
  • Day 5 – Shenanigans at Memphis continued at Graceland, the home of Elvis Presley; then 6 hour snow-induced traffic jam to Nashville, TN for country music dinner
  • Day 6 – Shenanigans wrap up back to Chicago, and one last hurrah by immediately going out again to see Sarah B. my college friend

I’ll be writing a blog post about the shenanigans of each day, so prepare thyself for the lore of Simeon’s roadtrip.  Wish you could have there with me!

Simeon Koh

Difficult Conversation #1


During one of my rotations, my patient was a 40-something year old lady with leukemia who was admitted for her chemotherapy.  In one of her urine samples we found Trichomonas vaginalis, which is a sexually-transmitted infection (infects the vaginal tract but can come out in urine sometimes).  I had to sit down with her and ask about her sexual history.

Are you currently sexually active?  No.  When was the last time you had intercourse?  2 months ago.  She smiles shyly.  How many partners do you have or have had in the past?  She laughs a little to ease the awkwardness.  Just one, my husband.  How long have you been together?  25 years.

I pause and take a deep breath.

The reason I ask these questions is because we found an infection in your urine, and it’s an infection that you get from sex. … Oh my God! … There was a half-second delay in her response as it clicks in her brain that her husband must have cheated on her.

I expect her to break down and cry hysterically, but thankfully she keeps calm.  I try my best to express sympathy but I need to continue with my explanations.

I’m sorry.  (About what?  I don’t know, everything that is happening to her, from her leukemia to her husband’s infidelity.)  The good news is that with antibiotics, there is 90-something percent chance of getting rid of the infection, and we’ll give it to you today.  Side effects can be some headache or nausea, but most people don’t have any problems.  Also, after you take this medicine, you shouldn’t drink alcohol for a while because it will make you feel sick.  I know you don’t drink alcohol and won’t be drinking while you’re in the hospital for your chemotherapy, but I need to tell you these things.  She nods as I finish the “good news” and get ready for the part that is a bit more challenging.

But we need your husband to get treated with antibiotics.  Since he is not our patient we can’t give him the medicine.  You need to tell your husband about this and tell him to go see a doctor to get treated.  Okay.

Awkward pause.  I am still waiting for her to start crying, or to flip out.  She doesn’t.

Do you have any questions?  She probably has no questions but might need to talk some stuff out.  Or is there anything you want to talk about?  She shakes her head no.  I give a small sigh.  I’m sorry about all this.  Let us know if you come up with questions or need anything else from us.  We put in the orders for your antibiotics so the nurse will bring it to you later.  Okay.  Thank you, doctor.  I keep telling her I’m a medical student but she keeps calling me doctor.

I hang up the interpreter phone we’ve been using for this conversation.  I wish I knew how to speak Spanish.


Simeon Koh

Throwback: “The Kind of Place that Harvey Mudd was for Me”

Since my non-college friends have no idea what my undergraduate experience was like at Harvey Mudd College, I thought I would write a throwback blogpost.  This is a speech I gave at a senior lunch banquet event near graduation almost exactly 5 years ago.  Enjoy!


The Kind of Place that Harvey Mudd was for Me

written 05/12/2012

            If someone were to ask me to describe Harvey Mudd College, I would tell that person about a class I took in the spring of our sophomore year.  There was carbons lab, where I accidentally learned how to dissolve my wrist watch and get it to drip all over my arm.  There was STEMS where I was taught to pretend that everything is just a mass on a spring.  But actually, the one class that best embodies the essence of Harvey Mudd College was a class called Real Analysis.

            In Real Analysis I learned to question the very definition of real numbers and everything I knew about mathematics.  What do you mean I have to prove how to add two real numbers?  Proof by common sense and elementary education were strictly prohibited.

            Real Analysis was perhaps the hardest class I’ve taken, and my first experience of struggling in math.  I wasn’t getting the concepts as quickly as some of my peers, and I couldn’t help feeling incompetent in math, a subject I had always felt confident in.  Professor Su said this class was “the gateway to being a math major,” and I think he was trying to motivate us or something.  However, to me the “gateway” to mathematics never felt so narrow and without space for an incompetent student like me.  In a way, that’s the kind of place that Harvey Mudd was.

            Fortunately, there’s more to the story.  During that semester I was doing a book study with Prof. Su outside of class, and I was uncomfortable.  Sitting before me was a super smart incredible professor, and I felt really unworthy to be hanging out with him because I wasn’t doing so well in his class, and I thought I might disappoint him once he got to know me personally.  But at our last meeting, we were talking and he said, “I want students to understand that professors don’t value students based on their academic performances.”  I’ve heard that from friends, upper classmen, deans, whatever.  But to hear from my own professor, whom I really love and admire, at a time when I felt ashamed of my intelligence and thus unworthy of his friendship, that I wasn’t just a student in a seat, not just a letter grade or a number on my transcript, but a valuable person who he wants to know on a personal level, was perhaps the most incredible moment of my college career.  And that’s the kind of place that Harvey Mudd was.

            There was also a guy name Ryan Muller, who tutored for Real Analysis, and here is why he was incredible.  I was at Analysis tutoring, and Ryan Muller, stayed an extra 2 hours to save our butts once again.  That was nice.  But the story doesn’t end there.  Later that night I was working on Analysis in Platt.  It was 2 AM and the night was still young, and so was I.  I looked up and I saw Ryan Muller working on the circle table near the coffee machine.  It was 4 AM and the night was no longer young.  I looked up and I saw Ryan Muller worn out but still working.  I finished around 5, as the sun came up, and I left Ryan alone and working in Platt.  And here’s what I thought:  “Are you kidding me?  You had this much work but you spent an extra 2 hours tutoring us?  Ryan Muller, you are so incredible that I want to be just like you.”  And that’s the kind of place that Harvey Mudd was.

            You see, it’s true what they say that with great trials, comes strength that help us get through.  It was a tough 4 years getting through this narrow “gateway” to higher education, but it was also an incredible 4 years learning from professors and fellow students who helped me and inspired me to stick it through.  I am still light-years away from being like Professor Su or Ryan Muller, but I intend to take that part of Harvey Mudd along with me wherever I go.


Simeon Koh

5th Alumni Weekend at Harvey Mudd College


Last weekend I was back at Harvey Mudd College in Claremont, CA for alumni weekend.  Every year they have a weekend event for all the alumni to come back and see old classmates, see how the college is doing, and donate money back to the institution.  Every 5th year they make a bigger deal out our reunion with special events and stuff, and usually have a greater turnout than usual.  This was my 5th year reunion, and I knew this was the last time most of our class of 2012 was going to gather in one place (the 10th, 15th, etc. will have some decent turnouts but definitely not as much as this one), so despite my exam coming up within a week, I decided to fly over to California for the weekend.  It was totally worth it.

Having been a small school with < 200 people per class, where almost everyone lived in the dorms, we were already a tight-knit community but I still wondered if anything was going to be awkward seeing old friends again or whether we would feel the distance that the last 5 years has put between us.  Of course, once I got there I realized that my worries were totally unwarranted.  If our college memories were a TV show, somebody had simply pressed the pause button for 5 years, and simply resumed play as if we had never left.  Some of us may have lost weight, others may have gained some, some guys grew out their beards, some have rings on their fingers; but overall consensus was that we all look exactly the same as we did back in 2012 in senior year.  The only mystery was why the current college seniors on campus looked so young.

I could go on and on about those familiar buildings that contained our college memories, and the new buildings that replaced some of them.  However that would take too long and may not do it justice within a single blog post.  Five years doesn’t seem like a long time, but really it has been 9 years since we first met as freshmen.  Some of the details of the fall semester of 2008 is starting to become fuzzy, but the overwhelming feeling of belonging and the bizarre quirky fun we had from 8AM classes to 6AM all-nighters still remain as clear as if it were yesterday.  There has never been and probably never again will be a place like Harvey Mudd for me.

I’m thankful for the opportunity to get together again with about 100 of my classmates (>50% of us) but incredibly sad that we’ll never be together like that ever again.  One Saturday was not enough time, but apparently 4 years weren’t enough either.  I wish us all great and bright futures, and hope I do a better job keeping in touch with you.

Simeon Koh

05.07.2017 - HMC Alumni Weekend

2.5 Years Later, Adventure to Jim’s Original


When I made friends in the Chicago area, they would occasionally rave about Jim’s and promise to take me there.  Apparently it’s a popular late night hole-in-the-wall hot dog/burger stand for college kids in Chicago.  People talk about it as one of those guilty pleasures associated with strong nostalgia of the youthful frigid nights when they would gather people to go devour greasy sandwiches and hot dogs and nibble on the spicy chili peppers.

Finally after 2.5 years, I had my first Jim’s experience.  I dared not try to match everyone’s deep desire for it, but I like to think I started my own collection of memories at Jim’s last night.

As with most adventures, the food requires proper spontaneity of the setting.  In our church small group chatroom, somebody mentioned that he got Jim’s 3 times this week.  Then all these Chicago people unleashed their longings for Jim’s.  Reading these messages, I knew I had to jump in strategically in order to finally get myself to Jim’s.  Despite everyone’s love for this place, it’s not everyday that people talk about Jim’s.  And when people talk about their cravings, often the conversation dies without a solid conclusion to their cravings because human beings are prone to the comfort of their daily routines and there is the barrier of coordinating people’s schedules to make a trip to a place like Jim’s.  So at the peak of everyone’s excitement, I asked them to take me to Jim’s, accentuating the sad story of the past 2.5 years of hearing so much about Jim’s yet never having experienced it firsthand.

One immediate “omg” was unleashed and with the momentum of the conversation, a critical number of people expressed their availability and willingness to go to Jim’s next Wednesday after our Bible study.  My strategy worked!

What I hadn’t expected was when somebody said “let’s go now.”  Unsurprisingly most people couldn’t go on such short notice, but this person seemed super on fire for Jim’s, citing the slightly chilly drizzing weather as the perfect atmosphere for a Jim’s run.  For a moment, I hesitated because I, too, am human and didn’t want to get out of the house but the Tookish part of me took over and I said let’s do it!!!  In the end three of us ended up at Jim’s.

The excitement was very apparent during our trip as my friends wanted to pay for our food, telling me about the necessity of going halfsies on the polish hotdog and the fish sandwich and nibbling on the hot chili peppers while eating the fries and drinking grape soda.

The Mexican guy who gave us our order asked us, “ggochu manni?” which is Korean for “lots of peppers?”  Apparently all the drunk Korean college students teach him Korean.

As for the food, it was indeed very good.  The polish with the grilled onions was really good, and my favorite was the fish sandwich with the greasy but crunchy fish patty stuck between the buns and cheese and sauce and onions and happiness.  The fries were warm, crisp, and with the perfect amount of moisture.  The hot pepper was a nice contrast, and the carbonated sting of the grape soda intensified the spiciness.  We stood at the stand (no chairs in this place), finding shelter from the rain and eating our food and making memories.

Simeon Koh

My First Car Accident

Last week Friday I got into my first car accident.  I was hanging out at a friend’s apartment playing board games and having a good time, then left close to midnight.  I realized I was going north instead of south, and had to turn around.  I was in the right lane and wanted to make a left turn to turn around (I’m not sure why it didn’t occur to me to turn right and make a loop that way).  It was late at night and I didn’t see any cars so I made a left from the right lane.  The next thing I know something hits my car hard on the left and I spin.

I hit my head on the driver side window before the airbag went off.  Once I came to a stop, I turned on the emergency lights and examined myself.  Airway, breathing, circulation all were ok.  No loss of consciousness.  No bleeding or cerebrospinal fluid leaking out of my ears/nose.  No obvious skull fracture, no cervical spine tenderness.  Some tenderness where I hit my head on the window and ringing in my left ear but Glasgow coma scale 15 out of 15 and no paralysis.  Abdomen ok.  I guess 2.5 years of medical school paid off because I was able to determine I didn’t need a CT scan or any other reason to go to an emergency room.  It would have been interesting to be sent to the nearby hospital and be reunited with the trauma surgery team that I rotated with last month, but I’m thankful it didn’t come to that.

The police officer appeared out of nowhere and checked on me and figured out what happened (totally my fault).  Thankfully the other driver wasn’t hurt either and his car was driveable.  My car had to be towed, and after getting a ticket my friend drove me home.


In the summer of 2012 as I was nearing the end of leading an urban missions team in Los Angeles Urban Project, I had a conversation with another team leader about my plan to get a car and how to find the balance between buying a nice car with the need to save money for charitable deeds.  He told me that it’s not about what car I buy, but what I do with my car.

With that conversation always in mind, I’ve done my best to be a blessing to others with my car.  I used it to drive my grandparents to all their doctor’s appointments.  I used it to run errands for my parents.  I used it to drive friends to church, grocery store, airport, or whatever needs were around me.  It’s ironic that after 4.5 years trying to be a blessing to others, the last thing I would do with the car is to cause great harm.

But in the moment of my greatest fault, I’ve been blessed with much grace.  I expected my parents to flip when I called them about my accident, but instead was told everything is ok and that I needn’t be too stressed as long as I’m not hurt.  When I described to my friends my terrible lapse in judgment, everyone was so understanding of my mistake.  My classmates have been driving me to my rotations everyday, and my church friends drove me to church and back.  When my insurance told me my car is totaled and I would getting a check for the value of my car, my parents wanted to send me more money so I can buy a new car instead of a used one, an option which I politely refused since I know they’ve been saving up to replace their 15 year old van.  It still baffles me that they want to buy a new car for someone who just totaled his own.

Anyways, it has been an inconvenient week without a car but one with much undeserved blessings.  I hope from now on I can be just as forgiving to others when they make mistakes.

Simeon Koh