HongKong/Vancouver

Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far they can go. — T. S. Eliot

Tuesday, January 14, 2014

Please believe in miracle · 請相信奇蹟














I left Hong Kong when I was barely twenty. No collection, no one pick me up at J.F.Kennedy. The old man sat beside me couldn't speak a word in English, so I ordered everything for him and we chatted about our life story. When he found out I had no place to stay in New York. He took me home with his family. The rest is history.

離開香港的時我十歲, 沒有任何接觸, 沒有人在肯尼迪機場接我, 坐在我飛機上旁邊的老人家不會說英語, 所以我照顧他的飲食, 我們聊起生活的故事, 當他發現我在紐約無處可居留, 他把我接回家與他家人同住, 以後的就是歷史。

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