October 2, 2026. Indeed, we only grow old when we live without ideals, when we no longer possess enthusiasm. DearJesus, The final wish in life of mine and my beloved wife is to bring Your
Dear Jesus, Long ago, during my medical school years, I used to look forward to Sundays—a time to escape the stress of classes and hospital rotations. A friend and I would ride a Vespa down to the Old Market (*Chợ Cũ*) for breakfast. In the cool, gentle morning breeze of Saigon back then, I found a simple happiness in those relaxed Sundays: a bowl of fish *hủ tiếu* (noodle soup) and a *pâté chaud* pastry, shared with my close friend... Later, while working in Kansas, I also cherished weekends off—sitting with a cup of coffee in a cozy home with my loving wife and well-behaved children, watching the snowfall outside... Then came retirement and leaving my hospital job. The first few months were joyful—sleeping in late—but that feeling soon faded. Since every day became a weekend, there was no longer that eager anticipation for a break. Some retired friends traveled, but not everyone could, often due to family obligations. Over time, those trips grew infrequent and eventually ...