This morning I found out about the tsunami in South Asia. The devastation looks endless. I’ve been trying to pray hard for all of those people. I am grateful to be here, safe with my family.

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Christmas with my family is the only time where I feel normal. There is no pressure to perform at work or be some sort of tycoon. All I have to do is just be me. My only responsibility is to watch sitcoms and eat cereal.

I’ve been trying to get to know my brothers again. They all seemed to grow up while I was in college. Then I went on The Real World, and my life has been insanely busy for the past five years. I come home for Christmas, and I am sitting in a room with three grown men that used to be my baby brothers.

My grandmother has been living with my parents for over a year now. She is old, and her body is not strong anymore. She has a cold now, and it seems to be hammering at her body. I honestly don’t know how much longer she will live. This trip home might be the last time that I see her.

I have to avoid entertaining myself while I am here. I don’t want to be so shallow that I watch a DVD while my own grandmother dies in the other room. I don’t know, in the busyness of my life, I’ve forgotten how to slow down.

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My friend Yoshi was in Indonesia when the Tsunami hit. I don’t know if he is alive. He could be stuck underneath a collapsed building right now. I broke down when I was praying with my mom. I am hurting so much right now. I am praying so hard.