Saturday, June 13, 2015

Life itself is grace...

It just occurred to me that I am staring at a piece of history that has changed human lives profoundly...
 
 

Yep, that's it -- this innocent looking, silent, non-threatening, and beautiful piece of device has taken over our lives!  It's made it very difficult for our minds to quiet down, to focus, to absorb the present and to think!

The ever-increasing creep of technology -- into our lives, our families, our brains -- has created the state of "continuous partial attention" where we are always partly tuned into everything while never completely tuned in to anything.  Sadly, "Continuous partial attention" seems like a good three-word description of modern life.
 

Listen to your life.  See it for the fathomless mystery that it is.  In the boredom and pain of it, no less than in the excitement and gladness: touch, taste, smell your way to the holy and hidden heart of it, because in the last analysis, all moments are key moments, and life itself is grace.
 
-- Frederick Buechner   
 

The endless cycle of idea and action,
Endless invention, endless experiment,
Brings knowledge of motion, but not of stillness;
Knowledge of speech, but not of silence;
Knowledge of words, and ignorance of the Word...

Where is the Life we have lost in living?
Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge?
Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?

-- T. S. Eliot

Monday, June 1, 2015

Where have I been?

I urged myself to answer the question: "Where have I been?"

Yeah, it's been too long since I stopped and reflected on where I've been, what I've done and if I'm still living my dreams...

It pains me to look at the calendar and realize it's June already!  Looking back, life has been pretty hectic -- I traveled almost every week for the first 4.5 months of the year, non-stop.  In the midst of all the craziness, we managed to squeeze in a trip to Hawaii and a trip to China, almost back-to-back...  Came back, took a few more trips for work, and here we are, rushed into June.  Over the past few weeks, I devoted 69 hours of my precious life watching seven seasons of Mad Men.  Can you believe it?  Am I crazy?  Where did I find the time?  I have to tell you that for the first time in a very long while, I feel so out of my own elements -- I don't even know where I am and what I'm doing...  I haven't felt so lost for a LONG time!

As I sat under the full moon tonight to rationalize my confusion, I was able to conclude the following -

There is a relatively big gap between the life I am living today and the life I aspire to live.  Over the past few years, I tried my very best to live within all the limitations -- I tried to enjoy life outside of my work, I tried to explore life with very limited free time, I tried to get up early and go to bed late to squeeze out a few more hours to pursue my love of photography...  The truth is: the more I know, the more I see, the deeper I realize what I truly want and what I truly aspire to.

It reminded me of years ago when I went to college in my hometown Beijing.  I witnessed the deep inner conflicts of those kids who came to the big city from remote villages.  All of a sudden, they lost their identities -- they had a really hard time to adjust to the new life in Beijing, and yet they had a harder time to go back to their village...  I remember when I traveled in the remote mountain areas back then, I always tried to imagine how peaceful life would be had those people just simply lived in the deep mountains and never come out to see the big cities.  In my view back then, they might be much better off to live with peace and harmony in their sweet home -- however simple and small it was.     

I actually understood their struggles many years ago, but was never able to relate to them until now -- I finally feel like I am in the same place as where they were back then.  Over the past few weeks, I read several well-established photographers' travel journals, learned how they developed their career and how they came to be -- it was quite amazing and eye opening.  All of a sudden, I find myself in this confined little hole living a life that is so far away from my dreams...  The more I see, the clearer I know how far I am.  Isn't that sad?  But the true sadness is not caused by this realization.  Rather, it's caused by my lack of action plan to change it!!!
.......

Oh well, tomorrow is another day -- hope I can see sunshine and find myself, haha -:)))

Sunday, May 24, 2015

Larry and Michelle

So, Larry graduated from high school last Wednesday (5/20/2015).  The graduation ceremony was pretty horrendous as Chicago was battling rain and wind and 39F temp that night...  Nonetheless, Larry will be heading to college in August.  It reminds me of August 2008 when Michelle was leaving for college.  She made an effort to get together with her little cousin Larry just a few days before she headed out to Boston. 

Picture 1 = Michelle and Larry at Herrick Lake, the place where Michelle wrote many of her essays and prepared for all her AP class tests -:).  August 2008

Picture 2 = Michelle and Larry during holiday 2014.  December 2014


 
Time really flies!! 

Lately, I've heard many incredible stories about the various amazing paths our hopeful, young kids are taking...  My friend's son is graduating from high school and moving from southern California to Connecticut for Yale; my friend's daughter, who just graduated from University of Michigan, is on a 7-week hiking journey on the Camino de Santiago trail in Europe; my friend's son, at age 20, has become a well-recognized entrepreneur and is living his big dreams in Silicon Valley; my niece Sherry will be attending an MBA program in Singapore and France next year; my little Michelle will start her 4th year med school career on Tuesday and will be going to Africa later this school year to help people who are really in need of medical attentions...

I am so thankful that our kids are all growing up in this country and have the opportunity AND freedom to choose what they love to do -- good for them!!!

I am also very thankful for the fact that even with grown-up kids, we, the parents, are still young and energetic -- good for us, and we will undoubtedly live our own dreams!!!    

Monday, May 4, 2015

Michelle's Gold Humanism Award


After spending 3 years in med school including one full year of clinical rotations, my little Michelle received the Gold Humanism Award.  The following is the 250-word essay required to receive the award.

Illness is a private place. As doctors, we ask for permission to enter into our patients’ moments of vulnerability so that we may try to help them. Sometimes, we barge into their discomforts, their grief, and their shame. In acknowledgment of this, I believe that the most important task that a physician must take on is that of bridging whatever gaps exists between herself and the patient – this, I think, is humanism.

Coming to Boston Medical Center, I knew that I would be working with a large underserved population consisting of people that had vastly different day-to-day struggles than I had had in my life. I knew that I could never fully experience the world as they did, but I wanted to be able to understand their realities as best I could. Starting early first year, I joined Outreach Van Project and Homeless Health Immersion Experience and spent hours just talking with people, listening to the challenges that they had come up against and how that resulted in financial insecurity, listening to the emotional struggles that they had to go through and how they come out of it at the end of every day.

Sometimes, just being there allows you to traverse the distance between doctor and patient. When you sense that a patient is fearful or anxious, it counts for a lot to just linger in the room a moment after the rest of the team has left and offer any honest reassurance that you might be able to give. When your patient has been in the hospital for 89 days, it counts for a lot to make sure that you take half an hour every day to wheel him outside into the sunshine. Intangibles such as these are best learned when mentored, and that is one way in which I intend to promote humanism at Boston University School of Medicine – I will be participating in an elective where I’ll be mentoring MS1s during their first venture into patient interactions. I hope to impress upon my fellow students the importance of doing things – however big or small – to let your patient know that you are right here beside them on this journey.

Sunday, April 12, 2015

Letter to Dad

Dear Dad,

I meant to write this letter to you some time much later... However, as I reflect deeper on life, I've decided to write it today so you can read it when I am back to China.  I want you to read this letter while your mind is still sharp, because I want you to know how much I love you and how much I appreciate everything you've done for me. 

Like most of the typical fathers in China in the 1970s, you were not deeply involved in my day-to-day life.  However, I vividly remember a few things from my childhood:

1.  Since I was very little, you had been very strict about how I should hold chopsticks properly.  I remember that, for a period of time, at the dinner table, you would correct my way of holding chopsticks each and every time I did it wrong.  You may not remember it now, but it's amazing how small things like this could make its way to my deepest memories.

2.  Throughout my childhood, I learned first-hand how much you loved photography.  Every winter, whenever there was a snowstorm, you'd take me to Tao Ran Ting Park and take all kinds of pictures of me in the snow.  You often put me on the frozen lake, under the bridge, and took pictures at the most risky spots.  It might never have occurred to you that I could fall into one of those ice holes.  I can't tell you how many weekends we stayed in that small room with dim red light to develop our black and white pictures -- from getting the negatives to developing the paper pictures to putting the pictures on a little machine to make them glossy.  Even to this day, I still remember the smell of the chemicals for developing pictures... Because of your love for photography, I ended up with so many more childhood pictures than any of my friends, and I have always been very proud of that!

3.  Summer memories always lead me to the unforgettable swimming lessons.  We always went to the little muddy pond either at Tao Ran Ting or Shi Sha Hai, and I received my first swimming lesson from you when I was about 3 years old.  It was scary as hell, but because you loved swimming so much, you definitely wanted to be sure we'd all love swimming...  Those swimming sessions are as memorable as sitting in the small red room to develop our pictures.

4.  When I was about 10-11, I got sick very often and couldn't go to school, so you ended up spending a lot of time with me at home during that time.  I remember you tried very hard to read those famous Chinese novels to me -- Water Margin and Romances of the Three Kingdoms.  I was not particularly interested in those stories.  But for some reason, you felt it was very valuable for me to know them...

5.  In my memory, you were such a great cook. Among other delicious foods you made for us all the time, you made sure that every Chinese New Year's Eve (especially the dinner) was important and special for us.  So, Tang Ming and I would go downstairs to play with our friends from the afternoon into early evening.  Then we must come home on time for the special dinner.  You'd always cook special dishes for us that night -- the traditional southern Chinese foods, and you made sure we had fish at each Chinese New Year's Eve dinner.  This tradition lasted for many, many years.  After dinner, you'd turn on a high power light bulb and take pictures of us inside the house.  I was always fascinated by the fact that you could take such sharp pictures at night... I learned then how important a high power light bulb is for producing high quality pictures.

6.  The night photo session during the National Day holiday was another one of our family traditions.  During the National Day holiday, when all the lights were lit up on Tian An Men square, you'd take us there, by bike or by bus, to take pictures.  I was always scared of the crowds, but you reassured me that everything would be fine. During each shot, I must stand still (without any slight move) in order for you to take sharp pictures...

7.  As I grew older, you taught me one valuable lesson -- whenever possible, travel around to see the outside world.  You told me this at the end of my high school years, and it had such a profound impact on my life even to this day.  I also made sure to take my little Michelle everywhere as she grew up so she also got to see the "outside world."

8.  Although you were not very much involved in my daily life when I was little, you got more involved when I got into high school.  You did not want me to waste time on doing any housework.  The only thing you wanted me to do was to study.  You'd carefully prepare every breakfast for me on school days.  You wanted to make sure that I ate well every morning before going to school.  During my college years, every weekend when I came home, you'd cook my favorite special foods, then cook more for me to take back to school for my friends.

Looking back, I have been in America for 27 years.  Dad, I know clearly that, over all these years, you have sacrificed tremendously to support me and my family to have a successful life in this foreign country.  I would not have been who I am today without all the efforts you've made to help me in every possible way you can.  I truly understand the painful price you’ve paid for us to have a better life.  I will forever be thankful for that!

I will never forget all the attention you've given to Michelle for the past 25 years -- you carefully planned many of her birthday parties, you took so many wonderful pictures of her so we could all keep the sweet memories of baby Michelle, you carefully labeled all her favorite toys and dated all her pictures...  For the 2 years when she was in China, you kept a detailed notebook on all the important things she did every day.  One year, on her birthday, you bought a little cup for her.  On the cup, there is a blue sheep, a yellow cow, a red pig and two pieces of puffy clouds...  She loved it very much and still does after all these many years.  When she went to college, I told her the little cup must safely stay at home -- she agreed.  Even to this day, it is still sitting on her bedroom dresser.  Michelle knows clearly how much you love her, and she loves you dearly as well.  You've had a big influence on her young life, and she will forever carry the memories of the wonderful time she spent with you and Grandma during her childhood years. 

In recent years, I have been thinking more about the definition of a "successful life."  One day, in our old age, we'd all look back on life and ask ourselves -- have I lived a fulfilled life?  What is a "fulfilled and successful" life?  To answer that question, I would search my heart and soul to see if I've made an impact on the lives of people I love.  In your case, yes, you did make a significant impact on our lives, and you've left a great legacy.  That's the most important thing for you to remember and be proud of.

Thank you for everything you've done for me, Dad.  I love you, and always will.

Tang Pei

Saturday, April 11, 2015

Letter for Grandpa

Dear Grandpa, 

Hello! How are you? I miss you and I've been thinking of you, and I hope that you are doing well. I hope you enjoy spending some time with Mom during her visit.

Life over here has been very busy. I'm finishing up my third year of medical school now, which has been the busiest year - a lot of work and a lot of stress, but I'm hoping it will all pay off. One thing I will say is that I've learned a lot during this year: about medicine, about human relationships, and about myself. Being on the wards and dealing with patients and other doctors day in and day out is a very different experience from going to school, reading textbooks, and taking tests. It's been a challenge, waking up every day before sunrise, working for up to 12 hours a day, and then coming home and still having to study for a test... But at the same time, I have loved it. I've loved having my own patients, forming relationships with them, and learning how to think about health and treatment so that I can help them. I've learned how important it is to be there and do the little things for your patient, so that you remind them that you are there to serve them. I've learned how to show compassion and understanding through just the tone of my voice, the words that I choose, or a gentle touch. I've learned how to be a valuable part of a team - the right ways in which to contribute ideas, bring up suggestions, and challenge management plans that I disagree with. I've learned how to keep work fun, how to make jokes with your colleagues so that you can maintain a light-hearted and enjoyable work environment. In the end, I hope that learning all of these things will ultimately teach me how to approach my career so that I will continue to love it many years down the line. 

I have loved almost every rotation that I've done - even the fields that I would never go into, like OB/Gyn and family medicine, I still loved. Not surprisingly, I absolutely loved psychiatry - I felt that I could really connect with those patients and get them to open up to me, which was wonderful. I've had so many people - patients and colleagues alike - tell me what a great psychiatrist I would make, because I have a natural way of comfortably talking to these patients. I thought about that for a long time, but in the end, I can't seem to give up hospital medicine. The excitement of having to know everything going on with every organ system in the body, having to fit together a constellation of symptoms and determine the cause... it's just too thrilling to give up. So I guess what I'm saying is that after all of these years, since deciding that I wanted to do medicine in high school, I still haven't lost my passion for it. 

This year is going to be over soon - just need to finish up one more rotation and then we have a big test at the end of this year. Then I'll be starting to apply to residencies - the next part of my training. I've grown to love Boston, but I'm really hoping to experience some place new for the next few years of my life, maybe Colorado or California.... 

Mom tells me that your health may be deteriorating now... I can't tell you how sad this makes me, but I also know that you've been waiting to be at peace for some time now.  I hope you know that you have lived a wonderful and fulfilling life. Mom tells me stories about you, about how you loved all of the things that I have loved - medicine, physics, philosophy, and finally writing.... it makes me so happy to hear this, because it feels like a special bond that we have. She tells me about what a famous journalist you were, and that makes me so proud and amazed by you. You have always been a strong, inspiring figure in my life, and you will continue to be for the rest of my life. I will always hold memories of our time together dear to my heart - all the time that you spent in America, riding on your bicycle, playing Ma Jiang, and the time that I spent with you in China that summer when we would make delicious food every day, walk around the streets of Beijing, watch TV together at the end of the night... I miss you, and I miss Grandma, all the time. I have had some of the best times of my life with you and Grandma and I am so grateful for that.

I know that you might be anxious or afraid. I want to tell you not to be - I am not anxious or afraid for you, because I know that whatever lies ahead of you, it will be peaceful. You will find harmony there. We will all be there someday.

I love you Grandpa, and I know that everything will be okay. I am always thinking of you. You are one of the most important people in my life and always will be. 

Sending you warmth and love, 

A Bao (阿宝)

Monday, March 30, 2015

Let There Be Adventure

I remember watching an interview last week on CNBC where they interviewed Jon Hamm, the "Mad Men" character.  The topic was about social media.  When they asked him about how a famous guy like him could live without being on Twitter or Facebook, he replied: "I don't have Facebook or Twitter.  You feel so much freer without social media.  It feels great to be socially irrelevant -- actually, it feels delightful...."

For the past many years, I have been trying to resist social media, as I can completely relate to what Jon said in that interview.  

However, truth be told, I just created a Facebook page -- "Let There Be Adventure," and would like to invite you to visit the page and share it with your friends.  The page features my photography adventures -- photographs, stories and things I've learned (or sensed) along the way.  All these are actually on my blog.  Since my blog is not widely shared, I hope this Facebook page will become an useful media to help me spread the beauty of Mother Nature.

For once, I hope the social media can become a constructive channel for meaningful communications.