We come from different backgrounds; Korean, Iranian,
Indian, Mexican, German, Polish…Floridian(?), respectfully. We have different, as the P.C. refers to as, “K.S.A.s” (knowledge, skills and attitudes). We speak differently, with different accents and intonations and do so with dozens of varying facial expressions. We have hangups and idiosyncrasies, some of which make others batty, others that are endearing. We all feel joy and sorrow, excitement and boredom, and every other emotion under the
Indonesian sun. We all came here with different goals and expectations, hopes and dreams and experience/baggage.
We are seven strong. We are “O3.”
The amount of variables that went into making this situation a reality are staggering. I would have never guessed in a million years that I would be in Indonesia at this point in time, with this group of individuals, but this is my life right now and for that, I’m thankful.
Gang, it’s been real and I want you all to know that you have supported, inspired and educated me in different ways throughout this process and I appreciate all the laughs we’ve shared. If you never need to vent, laugh or cry, you know where to find me.
May the wind be at your backs wherever this journey takes you!
Your friend…Your ‘Kaptan,’