On July 24, 2014, I wrote these passages on my Facebook Timeline when I first arrived in Vietnam. A few days ago, it reminded me on FB: "It is three in the morning here. While everyone is asleep, I am sharing with you my thought for this morning. It will take me a couple days to get used to the time changes here. The same friend that nearly had a heart attack yesterday when he heard on the news on the radio that an airplane crashed in Taipei at around the same time and location where my plane was flying. He had warned me a few times about the typhoon in the area... He said to check with the weather and airplane to find out if they cancel the flight. I never checked or responded to his emails. I said to myself that I couldn't be worried and couldn't disappoint my family here for canceling the flight... I said to myself I did my best to take care of my children in the U.S. and if anything happened to me, they would be taken care of. I have no unfinished business and do not regret anything. While flying, I got a little concern due to the bad weather. I prayed and imagined the angels were flying by the plane's side. Strong faith got me through this tough weather." What happened if it was my plane that crashed on July 23, 2014, in Taipei? I would not be here to write you this message this morning. I would not have a chance to meet my baby Jayden or attended college graduations of my children. I would not be married, or meet my loving in-laws family who is even closer than my own. I would not have met friends who are like my siblings. I would not be too concerned about my family's welfare that caused me sleepless nights at times. I would not become the president of the Friendly Toastmaster club nor be in charge of a book written by Vietnamese writers about their early lives in America. I would not have a chance to cry at so many heartfelt stories I have read about my fellow countrymen. I would not have touched the lives of people I have served every day at work. I am here today in the last 49 and 1/4 years for one purpose: serving others. The day I no longer serve is the day my heart stopped beating. Being a servant is not always an easy job. You get satisfied for helping others, but some times you got drown in doing so. That is when my strong faith kicks in. Like five years ago, I prayed during the stormy night for the angel to carry our airplane to destination. Today, I do the same. I pray to God, Jesus and the Holy Spirit to help me. Give me strength and wisdom to overcome these difficult times. In the name of Jesus, I pray. Amen. đâ¤ď¸ #prayersÂ