<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228563147642043281</id><updated>2012-01-27T18:21:22.266-08:00</updated><category term='Winter in St. Johnsbury'/><category term='A river stream by the fire'/><category term='The Barn'/><category term='SEA2011 Service Work in Laos'/><category term='scooters'/><title type='text'>Daily Inner Voice</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>B. John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10915595590146656738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6cnDUbukMw/SXFP7CLt_9I/AAAAAAAAACc/doXOBLBydck/S220/8808.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>76</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228563147642043281.post-48108484288320014</id><published>2012-01-27T18:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T18:21:22.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Month Later</title><content type='html'>Two more friends have gone away&lt;br /&gt;for a little over a month now&lt;br /&gt;Dick Jesser and Bill Rodd&lt;br /&gt;Life is like a game of tennis&lt;br /&gt;at Lake Willoughby&lt;br /&gt;Have a healthy day&lt;br /&gt;in Saint J&lt;br /&gt;I shall always remember you&lt;br /&gt;as long as I'm still living&lt;br /&gt;as long as I'm still thinking&lt;br /&gt;writing a poetry like tonight&lt;br /&gt;in the northeast kingdom of Vermont&lt;br /&gt;We've gone through so many roads&lt;br /&gt;come from far away towns&lt;br /&gt;we don't even recall the names&lt;br /&gt;These melodies echoing across the sky&lt;br /&gt;The endless icy rain and the flimsy day&lt;br /&gt;Wish you could be here&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to see you again, my freiends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B. John&lt;br /&gt;Rocky Ridge Road&lt;br /&gt;St. Johnsbury, Vermont&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228563147642043281-48108484288320014?l=dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/feeds/48108484288320014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2012/01/month-later.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/48108484288320014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/48108484288320014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2012/01/month-later.html' title='A Month Later'/><author><name>B. John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10915595590146656738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6cnDUbukMw/SXFP7CLt_9I/AAAAAAAAACc/doXOBLBydck/S220/8808.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228563147642043281.post-4106994094535949568</id><published>2012-01-15T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T20:17:31.818-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Barton, Vermont</title><content type='html'>Who can tell what might have been?&lt;br /&gt;This question that kept ringing in my head&lt;br /&gt;Like Robert Kennedy wrote once in his Profile&lt;br /&gt;as my wife and I walked quietly into our old house&lt;br /&gt;This eighty one Glover Road in Barton, Vermont&lt;br /&gt;A few miles down from the Crystal Lake&lt;br /&gt;which is now being watched by the giant wind turbines&lt;br /&gt;The white power that has engulfed the Northeast kingdom&lt;br /&gt;In Martha Pitts' over century year old Victorian&lt;br /&gt;Who or what else can we proclaim?&lt;br /&gt;The road seems longer now&lt;br /&gt;and this coldest day in January&lt;br /&gt;Yet, none seems to fade away so soon&lt;br /&gt;The children singing, laughing,&lt;br /&gt;riding their bicycles in the basement&lt;br /&gt;as I wrote countless songs, poetry and prose&lt;br /&gt;In order to keep my dream alive&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;for my people, who else?&lt;br /&gt;Now I understood&lt;br /&gt;The birds have flown away&lt;br /&gt;The trouble is here to find&lt;br /&gt;the roof is almost touched the sky&lt;br /&gt;Byron?&lt;br /&gt;The church bell...&lt;br /&gt;This dependable old furnace&lt;br /&gt;keeps on running&lt;br /&gt;Looking to find the solution&lt;br /&gt;The Bread and Puppets... &lt;br /&gt;My brother in law&lt;br /&gt;even Peter Shoeman is not to be found&lt;br /&gt;What else can I say?&lt;br /&gt;Tonight..in this house....this old house...&lt;br /&gt;I shall paint it in my memory&lt;br /&gt;Despite not knowing who&lt;br /&gt;can tell what might have been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B. John&lt;br /&gt;St. Johsnbury, VT&lt;br /&gt;January 15, 2012&lt;br /&gt;10:51pm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228563147642043281-4106994094535949568?l=dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/feeds/4106994094535949568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2012/01/barton-vermont.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/4106994094535949568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/4106994094535949568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2012/01/barton-vermont.html' title='Barton, Vermont'/><author><name>B. John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10915595590146656738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6cnDUbukMw/SXFP7CLt_9I/AAAAAAAAACc/doXOBLBydck/S220/8808.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228563147642043281.post-5006370782328542864</id><published>2012-01-02T20:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T20:10:26.462-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year 2012</title><content type='html'>May the New Year 2012 brings you peace and justice&lt;br /&gt;with happiness, good health and fortune&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rocky Ridge Road&lt;br /&gt;St. J., VT 05819&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228563147642043281-5006370782328542864?l=dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/feeds/5006370782328542864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-new-year-2012.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/5006370782328542864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/5006370782328542864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-new-year-2012.html' title='Happy New Year 2012'/><author><name>B. John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10915595590146656738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6cnDUbukMw/SXFP7CLt_9I/AAAAAAAAACc/doXOBLBydck/S220/8808.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228563147642043281.post-8617216337496006239</id><published>2011-12-13T15:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T15:53:11.454-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting</title><content type='html'>The second snow is finally here&lt;br /&gt;another semester is almost gone&lt;br /&gt;another group of students&lt;br /&gt;will be faded away&lt;br /&gt;like the first snow&lt;br /&gt;Yet, another one&lt;br /&gt;will soon be here&lt;br /&gt;bringing a new sunrise&lt;br /&gt;waiting for a new sunset&lt;br /&gt;waiting for a new rainbow &lt;br /&gt;hiding away in this pill hill&lt;br /&gt;waiting for another chance&lt;br /&gt;to claim an old fame&lt;br /&gt;waiting....and waiting....&lt;br /&gt;forever waiting....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B. John&lt;br /&gt;St. Johnsbury, VT&lt;br /&gt;December 13, 2011 @ 6:27pm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228563147642043281-8617216337496006239?l=dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/feeds/8617216337496006239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2011/12/waiting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/8617216337496006239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/8617216337496006239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2011/12/waiting.html' title='Waiting'/><author><name>B. John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10915595590146656738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6cnDUbukMw/SXFP7CLt_9I/AAAAAAAAACc/doXOBLBydck/S220/8808.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228563147642043281.post-7590941430426331925</id><published>2011-12-01T17:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T17:36:05.232-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To live forever</title><content type='html'>When the sky is dark&lt;br /&gt;the trees are naked&lt;br /&gt;the birds are gone&lt;br /&gt;the flowers no more&lt;br /&gt;the deers walk slowly&lt;br /&gt;behind my wife's shed&lt;br /&gt;sneeking into her black lab's pen&lt;br /&gt;taking his food without his permission&lt;br /&gt;Tonight the moon is bright&lt;br /&gt;the gentle wind comes through the basement window&lt;br /&gt;Even the mices are gone&lt;br /&gt;They have not been here for days&lt;br /&gt;the sticky rice left for them&lt;br /&gt;has not been touched&lt;br /&gt;the furnace keeps on humming&lt;br /&gt;like the birds...oh, the robins&lt;br /&gt;In the Spring time&lt;br /&gt;Just a few more seconds,&lt;br /&gt;a few more hours,&lt;br /&gt;a few more days,&lt;br /&gt;a few more months,&lt;br /&gt;and a few more darkness&lt;br /&gt;Life will come alive again&lt;br /&gt;As if all will have no end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B. John&lt;br /&gt;St. Johnsbury, Vermont&lt;br /&gt;December 1, 2011 @ 8:32pm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228563147642043281-7590941430426331925?l=dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/feeds/7590941430426331925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2011/12/to-live-forever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/7590941430426331925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/7590941430426331925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2011/12/to-live-forever.html' title='To live forever'/><author><name>B. John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10915595590146656738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6cnDUbukMw/SXFP7CLt_9I/AAAAAAAAACc/doXOBLBydck/S220/8808.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228563147642043281.post-7513827322973594616</id><published>2011-12-01T17:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T17:17:19.591-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What can you do, a Harvard man?</title><content type='html'>What can you do, a Harvard man&lt;br /&gt;Your life is only $138,696.26&lt;br /&gt;It is across the river&lt;br /&gt;Where the water current is high&lt;br /&gt;and the sky is blue&lt;br /&gt;Underneath this window pane&lt;br /&gt;The fire that keeps on flaming&lt;br /&gt;burning inside your soul&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can stop it&lt;br /&gt;But, you're a Harvard man&lt;br /&gt;You can do it&lt;br /&gt;They have trained you &lt;br /&gt;to find a way&lt;br /&gt;to seek for a day&lt;br /&gt;to liberate this fire&lt;br /&gt;to pay off this debt of yours&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead you Harvard man&lt;br /&gt;See if you can come up with $138,696.26&lt;br /&gt;to buy your soul, your life&lt;br /&gt;and your happiness&lt;br /&gt;to create much success&lt;br /&gt;to discover a new life&lt;br /&gt;to study the USMLEs&lt;br /&gt;to do your residency program&lt;br /&gt;no long will you be alarmed&lt;br /&gt;of a starnger coming to your house&lt;br /&gt;in the middle of the night&lt;br /&gt;to invade your spirit&lt;br /&gt;to take over your dignity&lt;br /&gt;You can live happily&lt;br /&gt;You can really be a Harvard man&lt;br /&gt;you are today, yesterday and tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;See what you can do?&lt;br /&gt;To pay back some of the money&lt;br /&gt;the Keybank paid for you&lt;br /&gt;to become the first Kmhmu-Lao-American &lt;br /&gt;medical doctor in the USA&lt;br /&gt;See what you Harvard man can do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B. John&lt;br /&gt;St. Johnsbury, Vermont&lt;br /&gt;December 1, 2011 @ 8:18pm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228563147642043281-7513827322973594616?l=dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/feeds/7513827322973594616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2011/12/what-can-you-do-harvard-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/7513827322973594616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/7513827322973594616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2011/12/what-can-you-do-harvard-man.html' title='What can you do, a Harvard man?'/><author><name>B. John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10915595590146656738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6cnDUbukMw/SXFP7CLt_9I/AAAAAAAAACc/doXOBLBydck/S220/8808.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228563147642043281.post-3441843462791021332</id><published>2011-11-24T16:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T16:34:20.502-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>It seems so long ago&lt;br /&gt;When I had my first thanksgiving&lt;br /&gt;in my new country&lt;br /&gt;in Hazleton, Pennsylvania &lt;br /&gt;With David, his parents, &lt;br /&gt;sisters, brothers and friends&lt;br /&gt;The last Thursday of November in 1976 &lt;br /&gt;seems so long ago like a dream almost&lt;br /&gt;When David brought me to the USA&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was alive then&lt;br /&gt;Mr. and Mrs. Thompson, Brian, Martha and her family,&lt;br /&gt;Cornelia, Mark and Sheila&lt;br /&gt;Martha's husband, Albert; &lt;br /&gt;her children, Ricky, Rosanne and Andrew&lt;br /&gt;Martha had passed away before her children grew up&lt;br /&gt;I, too, last saw them since 1983&lt;br /&gt;Soon after Mr. Thompson passed away&lt;br /&gt;We said, "Our father" together with David, &lt;br /&gt;Sheila, her family and other family members in the hospital&lt;br /&gt;Life goes on without any opportunity to plan&lt;br /&gt;27 more thanksgivings&lt;br /&gt;Today I celebrate my 28th&lt;br /&gt;with my wife, two children and parents-in-law&lt;br /&gt;In this winter wonder Vermont&lt;br /&gt;How lucky I am to be here&lt;br /&gt;To look back through this memory lane&lt;br /&gt;Happy thanksgiving&lt;br /&gt;Another thanksgiving&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God...&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for everything...&lt;br /&gt;Happy another thanksgiving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St. Johnsbury, Vermont&lt;br /&gt;11/24/2011 @ 7:29pm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228563147642043281-3441843462791021332?l=dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/feeds/3441843462791021332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2011/11/another-thanksgiving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/3441843462791021332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/3441843462791021332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2011/11/another-thanksgiving.html' title='Another Thanksgiving'/><author><name>B. John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10915595590146656738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6cnDUbukMw/SXFP7CLt_9I/AAAAAAAAACc/doXOBLBydck/S220/8808.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228563147642043281.post-7461137447644171555</id><published>2011-06-17T20:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T20:21:09.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Close your eyes</title><content type='html'>Close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Have no fear&lt;br /&gt;God is here always&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228563147642043281-7461137447644171555?l=dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/feeds/7461137447644171555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2011/06/close-your-eyes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/7461137447644171555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/7461137447644171555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2011/06/close-your-eyes.html' title='Close your eyes'/><author><name>B. John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10915595590146656738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6cnDUbukMw/SXFP7CLt_9I/AAAAAAAAACc/doXOBLBydck/S220/8808.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228563147642043281.post-1132067622304584683</id><published>2011-06-15T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T20:11:01.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The sun is finally shinning</title><content type='html'>It has been raining for a whole week&lt;br /&gt;it is good to finally see the sun shinning&lt;br /&gt;the neighbors out walking&lt;br /&gt;the middle aged men on our riding lawn mowers --&lt;br /&gt;me included!&lt;br /&gt;our dogs are running free&lt;br /&gt;our grasses are growing wild&lt;br /&gt;we made the best of what we had&lt;br /&gt;we didn't complete our hike&lt;br /&gt;it was still a good memory&lt;br /&gt;it was chill and windy&lt;br /&gt;the best is yet to come&lt;br /&gt;the one has just passed us by....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228563147642043281-1132067622304584683?l=dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/feeds/1132067622304584683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2011/06/sun-is-finally-shinning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/1132067622304584683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/1132067622304584683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2011/06/sun-is-finally-shinning.html' title='The sun is finally shinning'/><author><name>B. John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10915595590146656738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6cnDUbukMw/SXFP7CLt_9I/AAAAAAAAACc/doXOBLBydck/S220/8808.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228563147642043281.post-6391090209259111872</id><published>2011-03-12T03:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T03:49:42.987-08:00</updated><title type='text'>www.sea2011.org</title><content type='html'>Mr. Josh Seamon has created this wonderful site for our SEA trip: www.sea2011.org. Please feel free to visit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228563147642043281-6391090209259111872?l=dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/feeds/6391090209259111872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2011/03/wwwsea2011org.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/6391090209259111872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/6391090209259111872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2011/03/wwwsea2011org.html' title='www.sea2011.org'/><author><name>B. John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10915595590146656738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6cnDUbukMw/SXFP7CLt_9I/AAAAAAAAACc/doXOBLBydck/S220/8808.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228563147642043281.post-5749312084041233250</id><published>2011-02-12T14:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T14:13:21.291-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter</title><content type='html'>I can hardly hear the birds singing&lt;br /&gt;this Saturday morning&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly see the sunrise&lt;br /&gt;this muster like cloud&lt;br /&gt;invading the horizon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228563147642043281-5749312084041233250?l=dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/feeds/5749312084041233250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2011/02/winter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/5749312084041233250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/5749312084041233250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2011/02/winter.html' title='Winter'/><author><name>B. John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10915595590146656738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6cnDUbukMw/SXFP7CLt_9I/AAAAAAAAACc/doXOBLBydck/S220/8808.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228563147642043281.post-7329856410304920246</id><published>2011-02-05T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T18:35:51.355-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Barn'/><title type='text'>Going back to my birthcountry</title><content type='html'>After 36 years, I will go back to my birthcountry&lt;br /&gt;To see where I once was a little jungle boy&lt;br /&gt;To learn what I was once part of this world&lt;br /&gt;Along with 23 students and two other teachers&lt;br /&gt;How exciting it is to be alive?&lt;br /&gt;At this age......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228563147642043281-7329856410304920246?l=dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/feeds/7329856410304920246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2011/02/going-back-to-my-birthcountry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/7329856410304920246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/7329856410304920246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2011/02/going-back-to-my-birthcountry.html' title='Going back to my birthcountry'/><author><name>B. John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10915595590146656738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6cnDUbukMw/SXFP7CLt_9I/AAAAAAAAACc/doXOBLBydck/S220/8808.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228563147642043281.post-6880338936721508812</id><published>2011-02-05T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T18:32:18.137-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Winter in St. Johnsbury'/><title type='text'>Another night in the Barn</title><content type='html'>The heavy snow has been pouring down like the 4th of July's firework&lt;br /&gt;Here I am sitting in the Barn proctoring the boys&lt;br /&gt;It is Saturday night, my duty will not end until mid-night&lt;br /&gt;By the time I leave, the snow would have covered my plowing truck&lt;br /&gt;Life is this second, while I listen to Amadeus Mozart&lt;br /&gt;Who wrote his C-Symphony years ago, yet, here it is&lt;br /&gt;Like the first day Mozart discovered its meladies&lt;br /&gt;The crystal piano sounds and the summer sky violins&lt;br /&gt;I see Mozart sliding pass the street covered with snow like tonight&lt;br /&gt;Back to his home where his wife is quietly sleeping&lt;br /&gt;Back to his room where he rolled his white ball over the pool table&lt;br /&gt;Once the ball reached the end of the pool, it returns to Mozart's left hand&lt;br /&gt;With his right hand writing, composing these meladies&lt;br /&gt;I could just see and feel the fire that was burning inside of him&lt;br /&gt;Yet, the burning flame can never escape even out of his soul&lt;br /&gt;The heavy snow is still pouring down while I am typing these words&lt;br /&gt;Soon some of the boys will return from the winter dance&lt;br /&gt;While some insists in staying in the dorm&lt;br /&gt;Their parents are far away&lt;br /&gt;They're here to learn and to be adults&lt;br /&gt;I am one of their science teachers&lt;br /&gt;I shall stop myself at least for a while to go out&lt;br /&gt;to see and watch the snow, another mysterious substance&lt;br /&gt;Farewell........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228563147642043281-6880338936721508812?l=dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/feeds/6880338936721508812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2011/02/another-night-in-barn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/6880338936721508812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/6880338936721508812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2011/02/another-night-in-barn.html' title='Another night in the Barn'/><author><name>B. John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10915595590146656738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6cnDUbukMw/SXFP7CLt_9I/AAAAAAAAACc/doXOBLBydck/S220/8808.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228563147642043281.post-2868839053984405699</id><published>2011-02-04T22:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T22:19:39.431-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SEA 2011 Service Work</title><content type='html'>SEA2011 Service work&lt;br /&gt;(All names spell and pronounce in French!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1: Friday Feb 18, 2011&lt;br /&gt;1. Visiting the Kmhmu-Lao-American Community in Santa Ana, California. We will be hosted by Mr. and Mrs. Bouasy Tempraseuth at 1906 West Meriday Lane, Santa Ana, California. Mr. Bouasy is the president of the Kmhmu Family Association of Santa Ana, California. He is also a Kmhmu-Lao-American star with his own band and multiple records. He and his brother in-law Boutha Koutsavanh and Dr. Sayarath grew up together in an orphanage in Wat Sokpalouang (La Maison Des garçons, Vientiane, Laos. &lt;br /&gt;Day 8: Friday February 25, 2011&lt;br /&gt;1. Vang Viang Junior School for the hill tribe students (?) Dr. Balichit Thalongsaengchanh recommends us to visit this school since we’ll in the city on Friday when the school is operating. &lt;br /&gt;Day 9: Saturday February 26, 2011&lt;br /&gt;1. Vang Viang Hospital, Dr. Balichit Thalongsaengchanh is the medical staff. His telephone #: 0118562055721225.&lt;br /&gt;2. Dr. Thalongsaengchanh said any donation will be appreciated. They need to purchase the large medical equipments for the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;3. Tour/Site scene. If possible, we’ll find Dr. Sayarath’s mother’s home. The geomorphology of Vang Viang is amazing as I recall.&lt;br /&gt;Day 10: Sunday February 27, 2011&lt;br /&gt;1. Meet with a government officer, Mr. Bounlap (Tel #: 5599-2789) and Chandy Tempraeuth’s brother, who will take us to Hin Herb District Hospital, to meet Dr. Khampuoi (a Kmhmu) and Dr. Thongkhoun (a chief of medical staffs, who is a Laotian).&lt;br /&gt;2. Mr. Bounlap and Chandy’s brother will take us to have late lunch in a restaurant across the bridge. Then, they will lead us in our own bus (preferable) to Ban (Village) Viang Kham. We should be arriving in the village around 3-4pm.  &lt;br /&gt;3. In Viang Kham village, we will be visiting the forest farm and the place where the village would to drill for a well for water supply. We can help with this project (Donation and labor work!)&lt;br /&gt;4. We will split in groups of 7, 6, 6 and 6 to the homes of Chandy’s parents, young sister, young brother, and Dr. Sayarath’s sister-in-law’s parents respectively. Each household with each chaperon except one with any—thus, we need to have a mature student in charge!&lt;br /&gt;Day 11: Monday February 28, 2011&lt;br /&gt;1. We’ll gather in Chandy’s parents for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;2. The first service work is in Ban Viang Kham Elementary School, 5 classrooms, 190 students and 7 teachers. Mr. Kaisone is the principal. Mr. Khammoui, one of the teachers, is Chandy’s uncle son.&lt;br /&gt;3. We can work in classrooms, play games, and teach mathematics and English. Gifts from US would be very special to the student. We can give a laptop to Khammoui, who is the IT guy for the school. He can teach others afterward.&lt;br /&gt;4. After school, we will visit a retired teacher, who is deaf as a result of the war. We need to bring him a little gift/donation.&lt;br /&gt;5. Two hours away by foot, less than 30 minutes by bus, we will visit Ban Na-vay Junior High School. This is a Kmhmu school in a Kmhmu village where Mr. Khamly Phommanivong is the principal and Mr. Sayphone is the Assistant Principal. Both are Chandy’s friends. Mr. Khamly Phommanivong’s tel #: 5603-5800. This junior high school starts from Mathayom 1 to 5 with 500 students and 13 classrooms.&lt;br /&gt;6. After Ban Na-vay Jr High, one hour away by foot, or less than 15 minutes by bus, we will do service work in Hong Suk-sa-la Ban Non (Medical Clinic of Non Village). This is a Khmu-Laotian village. Mr. Bounsoy, a Physician Assistant, is the medical staff with 6 nurses. Mr. Bounsoy’s tel #: 0118562056537009.&lt;br /&gt;7. This would be an ideal health center where Ms. Helen Wilbur can give a gift under her grandfather’s name. Mr. Bounlap, the government officer, agrees that this medical clinic can use this generosity.  We should create a plaque with Ms. Wilbur’s grandfather’s name and photo, to hang in the clinic.&lt;br /&gt;8. After Hong Suk-sa-la Ban Non (Medical Clinic of Non Village), we’ll return to Ban Viang Kham. We’ll use the river to clean up and spend time with the locals. Around 5pm, we’ll gather in Chandy’s parents’ house for a Baci (Welcome/farewell/best wishes) ceremony. They would already have prepared a water buffalo for our feast with the locals. We’ll sing, dance and party under the night stars. We’ll split to our household to sleep around 11:30pm.&lt;br /&gt;Day 12: Tuesday March 1, 2011&lt;br /&gt;1. We will gather in Chandy’s parents for breakfast and say “Thanks you and so long…adieu.”&lt;br /&gt;2. We’ll stop to do service work in Ban Boua, where Dr. Sayarath’s elder sister is living. We’ll visit and have lunch with her for about 2 hours before heading down to the capital city Vientiane.&lt;br /&gt;Day 13: Wednesday March 2, 2011&lt;br /&gt;1. This is our tourist day, but we’ll find time to visit the Mahosot Hospital and the only Laotian medical school. Chandy’s niece, Nurse Mai Khanthali, works in Diabetes Units. She is arranging for us to visit the medical center.  Nurse Mai’s tel #: 1185620567-94338&lt;br /&gt;2. Rachel may be able to present her senior capstone of malaria to the medical students and professors!&lt;br /&gt;3. If time permits, we’ll visit an orphanage which is run by a Catholic nun. (I need to get more detail of this!). We can also visit the orphanage site where Dr. Sayarath and his friends in Santa Ana, California grew up in Wat Sokpalouang, or La Maison Des Garcons, and Fa-nGum Comprehension High School of Vientiane.&lt;br /&gt;4. Nurse Mai Khanthali needs diabetes kits for her patients! She would like to have a laptop to improve her nursing skills, knowledge and English.&lt;br /&gt;Day 14: Thursday March 3, 2011&lt;br /&gt;1. Service work in Ban Don Elementary School and Medical Clinic. Mr. Khanthaly is the principal (Tel. #: 99807034), and Mr. Vath, P.A.  is the medical staff. Ban Don Primary or Elementary School is in Ban Don, Park Ngeum City, Vientiane Province. This school is from first to fifth grade. There are 5 classrooms, 115 students and 5 teachers. &lt;br /&gt;2. Mr. Khanthaly would like to have a laptop, camera, badminton, soccer balls, Frisbee, etc.&lt;br /&gt;3. Any medical supplies and/or any donation will be appreciated for the medical clinic.&lt;br /&gt;4. They’re trying to renovate and enlarge the clinic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228563147642043281-2868839053984405699?l=dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/feeds/2868839053984405699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2011/02/sea-2011-service-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/2868839053984405699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/2868839053984405699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2011/02/sea-2011-service-work.html' title='SEA 2011 Service Work'/><author><name>B. John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10915595590146656738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6cnDUbukMw/SXFP7CLt_9I/AAAAAAAAACc/doXOBLBydck/S220/8808.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228563147642043281.post-7225270649824950428</id><published>2011-02-04T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T22:14:34.374-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SEA2011 Service Work in Laos'/><title type='text'>A new day</title><content type='html'>It has been a long over due date that I have visited my daily inner voice. Many things have changed since I was here last. Still, I feel as if I have never left this place. I am still the person I was. It is good to be alive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving home from work late at night, I saw so many ton trucks, snowplowers and working men's smaller truck--like mine. They boys in the Barn had finally came home just on time for the curfews. The classical music my daughter, Maya and I bought from a dollar store in Littleton kept reminding life is worth living. The fireworks, melodies and fee spirits all lumped together. The international festival at the Academy, one of my capstone students proposed was shut down by a local professional teacher. A cross culture day.....Good night, "I have promise to keep before I sleep."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228563147642043281-7225270649824950428?l=dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/feeds/7225270649824950428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2011/02/new-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/7225270649824950428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/7225270649824950428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2011/02/new-day.html' title='A new day'/><author><name>B. John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10915595590146656738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6cnDUbukMw/SXFP7CLt_9I/AAAAAAAAACc/doXOBLBydck/S220/8808.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228563147642043281.post-1431339957199625202</id><published>2010-01-13T16:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T16:49:47.495-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to school</title><content type='html'>The sun has been shinning upon the hill &lt;br /&gt;where my wife's dog Salem-Hieng goes for his walk&lt;br /&gt;Now it is getting dark even on the hill&lt;br /&gt;where rich folks are having a blast&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the town is glooming&lt;br /&gt;And our local world renounced artist even took his old life&lt;br /&gt;Still we must go back to school&lt;br /&gt;Good night&lt;br /&gt;B. John&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228563147642043281-1431339957199625202?l=dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/feeds/1431339957199625202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2010/01/back-to-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/1431339957199625202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/1431339957199625202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2010/01/back-to-school.html' title='Back to school'/><author><name>B. John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10915595590146656738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6cnDUbukMw/SXFP7CLt_9I/AAAAAAAAACc/doXOBLBydck/S220/8808.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228563147642043281.post-4414712010281130655</id><published>2009-11-14T16:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T16:19:02.341-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is exciting</title><content type='html'>Gone to the debating &lt;br /&gt;It was very exciting&lt;br /&gt;Life is exciting&lt;br /&gt;There the end&lt;br /&gt;But not for long&lt;br /&gt;I am typing now&lt;br /&gt;The cloud is fluffly&lt;br /&gt;Fluffy is the cloud&lt;br /&gt;Salem-Hieng is hiding&lt;br /&gt;From the mice he cannot catch&lt;br /&gt;It is a burden on his pride&lt;br /&gt;But it is Lilah's job&lt;br /&gt;She likes to drink her water from cups&lt;br /&gt;Stuff her tummy with salmon dish&lt;br /&gt;The cup spills and leaks through the floor&lt;br /&gt;What more can I say&lt;br /&gt;Good night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by Melanie, Maya and their Daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my inner voice tonight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228563147642043281-4414712010281130655?l=dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/feeds/4414712010281130655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2009/11/life-is-exciting.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/4414712010281130655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/4414712010281130655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2009/11/life-is-exciting.html' title='Life is exciting'/><author><name>B. John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10915595590146656738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6cnDUbukMw/SXFP7CLt_9I/AAAAAAAAACc/doXOBLBydck/S220/8808.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228563147642043281.post-6444961734414891624</id><published>2009-10-15T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T19:56:36.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is life?</title><content type='html'>The other day I was asked by a colleague, a retire lawyer, who has decided to take on a task of teaching the US goverment to high school students. "What is life?" he asked. Immediately I thought of John Lennon's song to his son, Sean, "Beautiful Boy." In it, "Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans." But, after another full day as a science faculty member, or better yet, I am a "Professional Teacher," I did ponder the meaning in scientific manner. I thought, "What would happen to me when I die?" Will my mind or my thinking die with it? Doesn't my physical being exist along with my thoughts, or my perception of the intuition!!! To be continued!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228563147642043281-6444961734414891624?l=dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/feeds/6444961734414891624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-is-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/6444961734414891624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/6444961734414891624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-is-life.html' title='What is life?'/><author><name>B. John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10915595590146656738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6cnDUbukMw/SXFP7CLt_9I/AAAAAAAAACc/doXOBLBydck/S220/8808.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228563147642043281.post-3822469263661216408</id><published>2009-09-17T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T18:43:32.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is there anyone out there?</title><content type='html'>Is there anyone out there? It has been a busy summer leading to another autumn in the Northeast Kingdom of Vermont. I have mostly new students in my classes. Some are eager to learn while many require additional attention in order to input the concepts, or perhaps knowledge needed to pass the state and federal requirements. In any case, I do hope you are doing well in your life. It is exciting, isn't it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B. John&lt;br /&gt;St. Johnsbury, VT&lt;br /&gt;9:41pm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228563147642043281-3822469263661216408?l=dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/feeds/3822469263661216408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2009/09/is-there-anyone-out-there.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/3822469263661216408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/3822469263661216408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2009/09/is-there-anyone-out-there.html' title='Is there anyone out there?'/><author><name>B. John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10915595590146656738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6cnDUbukMw/SXFP7CLt_9I/AAAAAAAAACc/doXOBLBydck/S220/8808.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228563147642043281.post-573996939300070581</id><published>2009-09-17T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T18:34:56.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time</title><content type='html'>It seems ages since I last &lt;br /&gt;wrote in this daily inner voice&lt;br /&gt;I must say it was not a choice&lt;br /&gt;going through life without the past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so good to see you&lt;br /&gt;Your face, new life&lt;br /&gt;with new passion with your wife&lt;br /&gt;No more son, no more blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B. John&lt;br /&gt;St. Johnsbury, VT&lt;br /&gt;9:34pm after the Barn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228563147642043281-573996939300070581?l=dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/feeds/573996939300070581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2009/09/long-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/573996939300070581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/573996939300070581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2009/09/long-time.html' title='Long time'/><author><name>B. John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10915595590146656738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6cnDUbukMw/SXFP7CLt_9I/AAAAAAAAACc/doXOBLBydck/S220/8808.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228563147642043281.post-2842390930906041562</id><published>2009-08-01T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T18:58:30.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>August 1st Already</title><content type='html'>Happy a new month&lt;br /&gt;Another August 1st is here&lt;br /&gt;Steve Thanner can no longer hit the court&lt;br /&gt;I have not heard from Dick Jesser&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Reilly is still keeping her federal house in a top shape&lt;br /&gt;with flowers and perfect landscape&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't make myself to Mr. Reilly's grave this summer&lt;br /&gt;As I couldn't do anything else this summer&lt;br /&gt;Time flies......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B. John&lt;br /&gt;St. Johnsbury, VT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228563147642043281-2842390930906041562?l=dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/feeds/2842390930906041562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2009/08/august-1st-already.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/2842390930906041562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/2842390930906041562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2009/08/august-1st-already.html' title='August 1st Already'/><author><name>B. John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10915595590146656738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6cnDUbukMw/SXFP7CLt_9I/AAAAAAAAACc/doXOBLBydck/S220/8808.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228563147642043281.post-6529046984597044200</id><published>2009-07-12T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T18:27:43.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally</title><content type='html'>Another one I know is gone&lt;br /&gt;Last month was Ai (brother in Lao) Ten's own father&lt;br /&gt;Today was his mother in law dying and leaving this Earth&lt;br /&gt;Both I met, but I knew her most&lt;br /&gt;She was there in Chicago when Kit (Vongsa) and I were &lt;br /&gt;doing our clinical rotations&lt;br /&gt;She made the best lab pa I've ever had&lt;br /&gt;The last time I saw her she made me this dish&lt;br /&gt;awaiting for my arrival&lt;br /&gt;I was to join them to attend Kit's wedding&lt;br /&gt;I slept in the living room&lt;br /&gt;How I miss her kindness and generousity&lt;br /&gt;She was there for us&lt;br /&gt;Rest in peace Ai Ten's mother in law&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B. John&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228563147642043281-6529046984597044200?l=dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/feeds/6529046984597044200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2009/07/finally.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/6529046984597044200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/6529046984597044200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2009/07/finally.html' title='Finally'/><author><name>B. John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10915595590146656738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6cnDUbukMw/SXFP7CLt_9I/AAAAAAAAACc/doXOBLBydck/S220/8808.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228563147642043281.post-5420163866032215443</id><published>2009-05-23T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T20:47:58.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yuan and his christian music</title><content type='html'>35 more minutes to mid-night &lt;br /&gt;before I leave the Barn to go home&lt;br /&gt;I've been here since yesterday at 6:30am&lt;br /&gt;Like me, the boys are also anxious &lt;br /&gt;to go home for the summer&lt;br /&gt;Most of them will be their first trip home &lt;br /&gt;from a whole school year in far away land&lt;br /&gt;Yuan is from Taiwan, listening to his&lt;br /&gt;Christian music with his friend, Alan,&lt;br /&gt;who is from Hongkong&lt;br /&gt;They're playing a computer game&lt;br /&gt;Harry, Jae and Daniel are from Korea&lt;br /&gt;Hernando is from Mexico&lt;br /&gt;Al is also from Taiwan&lt;br /&gt;He has gone to sleep&lt;br /&gt;Alvaro signed out to his friend&lt;br /&gt;He is from Mexico also&lt;br /&gt;Max and Brian are from Bamuda&lt;br /&gt;Graeme is from Texas&lt;br /&gt;Austin is from Colorado&lt;br /&gt;Tom and Josh are from Connecticut&lt;br /&gt;James, son of a supreeme court judge, &lt;br /&gt;is from Massachusetts&lt;br /&gt;Kyle, Daniel, Peter, Keith and both Matt &lt;br /&gt;are from Vermont&lt;br /&gt;The proctors: Mark is from NY,&lt;br /&gt;Chris (the head), Mr. M, Peter, Johnna&lt;br /&gt;and me are from Vermont&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228563147642043281-5420163866032215443?l=dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/feeds/5420163866032215443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2009/05/yuan-and-his-christian-music.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/5420163866032215443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/5420163866032215443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2009/05/yuan-and-his-christian-music.html' title='Yuan and his christian music'/><author><name>B. John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10915595590146656738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6cnDUbukMw/SXFP7CLt_9I/AAAAAAAAACc/doXOBLBydck/S220/8808.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228563147642043281.post-747622451465480802</id><published>2009-05-13T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T20:35:34.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A deer dying</title><content type='html'>My wife and I went back to our house in East Albany, Vermont&lt;br /&gt;The place where our farm house was the only one with electricity&lt;br /&gt;The rest of our neighbors were left over hippies from the Kennedy era&lt;br /&gt;A dentist daughter who felt in love with a country-like medical doctor son&lt;br /&gt;A diplomat son who likes to live like a Vermonter in mid 1960s or early 1950s&lt;br /&gt;We brought a little joy and hope to our new neighborhood then&lt;br /&gt;We ate meat and drank the cheap American beers&lt;br /&gt;Not like our neighbors who only eat organic foods and have no heart to strike a little cutie bird for a brunch&lt;br /&gt;I did...yes, I did...that was how I was brought up to live and to survive in my childhood in Laos&lt;br /&gt;My wife and I found a dying deer on our property&lt;br /&gt;He was dying&lt;br /&gt;"Poor thing," he was called&lt;br /&gt;Dying, how fast can he be&lt;br /&gt;The game warden was informed as I left our red house&lt;br /&gt;With our dearest friend, Neil&lt;br /&gt;Not a left-over hippie with his cool and stream-like mother of two or three&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter&lt;br /&gt;They were living&lt;br /&gt;I was dreaming&lt;br /&gt;While a deer was dying&lt;br /&gt;I don't know&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know why????????????????????????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228563147642043281-747622451465480802?l=dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/feeds/747622451465480802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2009/05/deer-dying.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/747622451465480802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/747622451465480802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2009/05/deer-dying.html' title='A deer dying'/><author><name>B. John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10915595590146656738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6cnDUbukMw/SXFP7CLt_9I/AAAAAAAAACc/doXOBLBydck/S220/8808.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228563147642043281.post-527322345035475259</id><published>2009-05-02T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T19:34:20.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How do I feel tonight?</title><content type='html'>Life goes on&lt;br /&gt;Even today, this hour, this minute.......&lt;br /&gt;This second&lt;br /&gt;Veretas&lt;br /&gt;I can no longer smile&lt;br /&gt;With the lengthy memories&lt;br /&gt;Boston, walden, chelsea, and this is Quincy&lt;br /&gt;Life goes on &lt;br /&gt;One way or the other way&lt;br /&gt;but, life goes on&lt;br /&gt;Even in this hour&lt;br /&gt;When all of my family's members&lt;br /&gt;Have gone to sleep&lt;br /&gt;I will laugh again&lt;br /&gt;Many years from now&lt;br /&gt;When the clouds are completely in control of CO2&lt;br /&gt;Good night&lt;br /&gt;This is my inner voice tonight&lt;br /&gt;BJS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228563147642043281-527322345035475259?l=dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/feeds/527322345035475259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2009/05/how-do-i-feel-tonight.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/527322345035475259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/527322345035475259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2009/05/how-do-i-feel-tonight.html' title='How do I feel tonight?'/><author><name>B. John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10915595590146656738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6cnDUbukMw/SXFP7CLt_9I/AAAAAAAAACc/doXOBLBydck/S220/8808.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228563147642043281.post-3892635033747581803</id><published>2009-04-26T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T18:41:08.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Five more weeks</title><content type='html'>Today is our day&lt;br /&gt;We'll live like we'll die tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;We'll learn like we'll live forever&lt;br /&gt;Mahandas K. Gandhi told his people&lt;br /&gt;My life is an open book&lt;br /&gt;He was no emperor, &lt;br /&gt;not a military general, &lt;br /&gt;not a president &lt;br /&gt;nor a prime minister&lt;br /&gt;Gandhi was simply a constant experimenter&lt;br /&gt;Five more weeks before we'll go on our seperate ways&lt;br /&gt;Until we meet again&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps not and there is a good chance never again&lt;br /&gt;Good night my students&lt;br /&gt;This is my daily inner voice tonight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228563147642043281-3892635033747581803?l=dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/feeds/3892635033747581803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2009/04/five-more-weeks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/3892635033747581803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/3892635033747581803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2009/04/five-more-weeks.html' title='Five more weeks'/><author><name>B. John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10915595590146656738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6cnDUbukMw/SXFP7CLt_9I/AAAAAAAAACc/doXOBLBydck/S220/8808.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228563147642043281.post-8492144561347730956</id><published>2009-04-14T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T19:10:33.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter 2009</title><content type='html'>"This is the coldest Easter sunday I've ever had," my father in law kept telling us&lt;br /&gt;At his age of seventy, I am sure he knows what he meant&lt;br /&gt;His basement is warmth by the expensive woodstove,&lt;br /&gt;which he earned through his hard working years&lt;br /&gt;Waking early and traveling to several states to make a living&lt;br /&gt;Raising a family in Glover, Vermont&lt;br /&gt;Started out as a barber&lt;br /&gt;Then, the hippies came; they took away his business&lt;br /&gt;"Noone wanted short hairs," he exclaimed&lt;br /&gt;Life is to blame&lt;br /&gt;Life is a shame&lt;br /&gt;If it is to blame&lt;br /&gt;For life goes on and on&lt;br /&gt;Noone is here to stay&lt;br /&gt;We're simply passing by&lt;br /&gt;through our journey&lt;br /&gt;Life is this Easter&lt;br /&gt;I spent with my father-in-law,&lt;br /&gt;mother-in-law; their beautiful daughter,&lt;br /&gt;whose is my wife and our two lovely daughters; &lt;br /&gt;and not to forget, our pet and my black lab buddy,&lt;br /&gt;Salem-Hieng&lt;br /&gt;He is in a time share&lt;br /&gt;with my in law and their two cats&lt;br /&gt;Life is living&lt;br /&gt;This is my inner voice tonight&lt;br /&gt;B. John&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228563147642043281-8492144561347730956?l=dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/feeds/8492144561347730956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/8492144561347730956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/8492144561347730956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-2009.html' title='Easter 2009'/><author><name>B. John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10915595590146656738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6cnDUbukMw/SXFP7CLt_9I/AAAAAAAAACc/doXOBLBydck/S220/8808.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228563147642043281.post-7186406166370776730</id><published>2009-04-12T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T20:18:23.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good night</title><content type='html'>Good is your&lt;br /&gt;On the hill of Glover, Vermont&lt;br /&gt;Over and over again&lt;br /&gt;Doing what you could&lt;br /&gt;Neath in God's hell tonight&lt;br /&gt;You decide what I meant for you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228563147642043281-7186406166370776730?l=dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/feeds/7186406166370776730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2009/04/good-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/7186406166370776730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/7186406166370776730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2009/04/good-night.html' title='Good night'/><author><name>B. John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10915595590146656738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6cnDUbukMw/SXFP7CLt_9I/AAAAAAAAACc/doXOBLBydck/S220/8808.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228563147642043281.post-4545647034966676475</id><published>2009-04-12T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T20:14:22.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How I Wish</title><content type='html'>How I wishdon&lt;br /&gt;I could play a piano&lt;br /&gt;Like Amadeus&lt;br /&gt;Like Beethoven&lt;br /&gt;But I can't&lt;br /&gt;In rushing with time&lt;br /&gt;I end up writing these words&lt;br /&gt;from the Northeast Kingdom of Vermont&lt;br /&gt;Where I used to have a little infant&lt;br /&gt;Where I did whatever I could&lt;br /&gt;To be alive&lt;br /&gt;The rainbow is beneath our soul&lt;br /&gt;But we must redeem&lt;br /&gt;Screaming for joy&lt;br /&gt;a boy is here to ood night....................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228563147642043281-4545647034966676475?l=dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/feeds/4545647034966676475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-i-wish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/4545647034966676475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/4545647034966676475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-i-wish.html' title='How I Wish'/><author><name>B. John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10915595590146656738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6cnDUbukMw/SXFP7CLt_9I/AAAAAAAAACc/doXOBLBydck/S220/8808.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228563147642043281.post-6978589691395762871</id><published>2009-04-11T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T01:43:49.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter, Passover and Laotian New Year</title><content type='html'>April 11, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Brother Rick,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an opportunity to wish you, Eva and family a Happy Passover, Easter and Laotian New Year (April 14th) at least that was I said to my students before departuring for some, their last spring break (those seniors in my capstone accelerated class). Sorry, I missed your call. As you know me, I often forget my cell phone at home, in the truck, office or coach locker. The last time it was found in one of my three lockers. It was good to find your voice again. That's great, you can speak again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went down to Dartmouth College for Maya's college visit yesterday. Even though we're there so often, it is like our backyard with our own tennis courts, it was good to attend the gatherings and tour. Maya was impressed. It would be an ideal if she were to go to college here. Like she said it is her life and future. She needs to go to college where she feels her best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it was good for Eva to experience her Jewish side. I think it is very important to know one's identity and cultural background not only in the United States, but also in the world. Life is too short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish you were here. I saved the barn fire for you, but since you couldn't be here. Last night Vicki and I burned it on a Good Friday. As a Catholic I was not supposed to eat all day on this day, I'll switch it for today (Saturday). I almost burned all of my USMLEs, send this life long dream to God. Somehow I didn't. Well, I better get back to my study. It is now 3:54am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Passover, Easter and Laotian New Year,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J. John&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 9, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brother,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for not getting back to you sooner.  Suddenly its thursday!  yes, it was too complicated to get up there this visit.  We´ve had a very nice time with my folks, and two celebrations of the jewish passover, which have been great experiences for Eva to discover her jewish side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes indeed, not easy times on the economic front. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey, we should try and at least talk once on the phone while I¨m here.  I want to hear a bit more about how you see the boards stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 9, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Rick-&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I assume we'll not meet during your visit this time since I have not heard from you. I know you're going through a lot lately. I wish you well soon from laryngitis. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Life is happening so fast. All of a sudden, it is time for Maya to search for a college, and Melanie to start high school. Still it is worth every moment we're together as a family in the Northeast Kingsom of Vermont. Many people are less fortunated than us. At least we have jobs. Infact, too many jobs for both Vicki and me. This year we're hitting by taxes. Not sure how we can make the payment, which is over someone's annual salary. It seems as if the harder we work, the harder we get punished by the goverments. There must be a way out of here.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Hope you're well with your lovely daughter Eva and parents. We'll connect another time.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Happy Passover and Easter,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;B. John&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 6, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Borhter,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course you can consult me about schools for Maya.  its a pretty impressive line up you have for her.  My voice is weak, but its starting to come back.  So we can certainly chat, on email, the phone, or even in person if we can swing something after april 10th.  Its not been super busy really.  I´ve just tried to be spending good time with Eva and my parents so far.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let´s be in touch this week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 4, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Rick,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You must have so many competing demands now that you're stateside, family, friends, daughter and all others who need your consultation. Of course, this must be challenging with laryngitis. If you have a moment to spare, please send me a line. We have April 10th as a headmaster holiday, and the following week off for the spring break. We still have tennis team practicing, but we will also squeeze in the time for Maya's college visits. We are visiting Harvard, BC, Brown and Brandeis. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Could we consult with you regarding Brown as a possibility for Maya's pre-med and tennis?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Shalom,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B. John&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 25, 2009&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;hey there brother,&lt;br /&gt;Just checking in. How things going? Studying? Not? More, less? Feeling alive? Like a success or a failure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I´m coming to visit boston with Eva this thursday april 2. We stay until april 12th. I decided to take the trip because I am having vocal chord problems again and can´t work. Thought I may as well take advantage of the situation. Would love to see folks, but it will be a little complicated without a voice. Of course, it would be like old times. You remember your wedding of course..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, hope you are doing okay, and perhaps, somehow or other we could hook up when we come. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228563147642043281-6978589691395762871?l=dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/feeds/6978589691395762871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-easter-passover-and-laotian-new.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/6978589691395762871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/6978589691395762871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-easter-passover-and-laotian-new.html' title='Happy Easter, Passover and Laotian New Year'/><author><name>B. John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10915595590146656738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6cnDUbukMw/SXFP7CLt_9I/AAAAAAAAACc/doXOBLBydck/S220/8808.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228563147642043281.post-6096927533212495195</id><published>2009-04-06T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T22:33:59.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freely</title><content type='html'>If i can only feel this free&lt;br /&gt;freely to write&lt;br /&gt;freely to think&lt;br /&gt;and freely to imagine&lt;br /&gt;not having to confront any rule&lt;br /&gt;any standard existed before my being&lt;br /&gt;If only i can rescue myself&lt;br /&gt;from all these pains&lt;br /&gt;the flame that keeps on burning &lt;br /&gt;inside of me endless&lt;br /&gt;the fire that never could away&lt;br /&gt;If i could only sing&lt;br /&gt;just one more tune&lt;br /&gt;before I could walk away&lt;br /&gt;into the wilderness&lt;br /&gt;forever live freely like a bird&lt;br /&gt;only to scaventure for my daily meal&lt;br /&gt;healing my being with my daily inner voice&lt;br /&gt;If only i can write freely&lt;br /&gt;no worry of the language,&lt;br /&gt;the spelling, the grammar&lt;br /&gt;If i can only have &lt;br /&gt;this much confidence&lt;br /&gt;i shall live freely&lt;br /&gt;happily.....&lt;br /&gt;this is my inner voice tonight&lt;br /&gt;Good night my blog&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228563147642043281-6096927533212495195?l=dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/feeds/6096927533212495195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2009/04/freely.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/6096927533212495195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/6096927533212495195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2009/04/freely.html' title='Freely'/><author><name>B. John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10915595590146656738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6cnDUbukMw/SXFP7CLt_9I/AAAAAAAAACc/doXOBLBydck/S220/8808.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228563147642043281.post-537754391660212810</id><published>2009-04-06T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T22:24:25.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am alive</title><content type='html'>I am alive&lt;br /&gt;even at this hour of the night&lt;br /&gt;while the world is quietly sleeping&lt;br /&gt;even my noisy black cat and my restless black lab&lt;br /&gt;The only sounds I hear are from &lt;br /&gt;my few fingers hitting these key board &lt;br /&gt;the sleepy laptop humming sound&lt;br /&gt;and perhaps all of the inner voices&lt;br /&gt;running deep inside my ears&lt;br /&gt;making a heat wave into my brain&lt;br /&gt;draining into my soul&lt;br /&gt;The trees over the hill&lt;br /&gt;and the blue sky&lt;br /&gt;flying high beneath my feet&lt;br /&gt;up side down, or down side up&lt;br /&gt;it does not matter&lt;br /&gt;I am alive&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking&lt;br /&gt;I am hearing &lt;br /&gt;my daily inner voice&lt;br /&gt;I have so much to live&lt;br /&gt;"...it's fixable," David Martin&lt;br /&gt;I am alive&lt;br /&gt;Good night my wife, daughters, black cat and dog, &lt;br /&gt;and all the mices, the dimming woodstove&lt;br /&gt;my mother, sisters, brothers and their families&lt;br /&gt;my nieces, nephews and their families&lt;br /&gt;my friends, a few less now; Rick with laryngitis,&lt;br /&gt;Ned, his wife and going away to college daughter&lt;br /&gt;Ours too..&lt;br /&gt;I am alive&lt;br /&gt;How lucky I am to be alive.....Good night&lt;br /&gt;This is my daily inner voice tonight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228563147642043281-537754391660212810?l=dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/feeds/537754391660212810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-am-alive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/537754391660212810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/537754391660212810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-am-alive.html' title='I am alive'/><author><name>B. John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10915595590146656738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6cnDUbukMw/SXFP7CLt_9I/AAAAAAAAACc/doXOBLBydck/S220/8808.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228563147642043281.post-4940614948502059964</id><published>2009-04-03T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T18:12:23.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tire</title><content type='html'>the four wheels keep on spinning&lt;br /&gt;round and round&lt;br /&gt;Bryan&lt;br /&gt;Tom&lt;br /&gt;Hank&lt;br /&gt;and Hank&lt;br /&gt;Another Tom&lt;br /&gt;another john&lt;br /&gt;don, roo&lt;br /&gt;Chris&lt;br /&gt;Jon&lt;br /&gt;Bill&lt;br /&gt;Dan&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie&lt;br /&gt;Helen&lt;br /&gt;Judy, "No more Chinese food!!!"&lt;br /&gt;Onle some I can recall at this moment&lt;br /&gt;My inner voice tonight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228563147642043281-4940614948502059964?l=dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/feeds/4940614948502059964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2009/04/tire.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/4940614948502059964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/4940614948502059964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2009/04/tire.html' title='tire'/><author><name>B. John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10915595590146656738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6cnDUbukMw/SXFP7CLt_9I/AAAAAAAAACc/doXOBLBydck/S220/8808.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228563147642043281.post-9218889511587072803</id><published>2009-04-03T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T18:09:06.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time flies</title><content type='html'>Since I wrote this inner voice&lt;br /&gt;many things have changed&lt;br /&gt;many people have moved&lt;br /&gt;many people indeed have gone away&lt;br /&gt;like Mrs. Johnson, the legend tennis player's mother&lt;br /&gt;Jerry Johnson&lt;br /&gt;What a great cheerleader she was for her sons&lt;br /&gt;hockey and, most of all, tennis&lt;br /&gt;the Bjorn Borg&lt;br /&gt;the Jerry Johnson&lt;br /&gt;Time flies since I last walked&lt;br /&gt;on my 40 acres of land&lt;br /&gt;in Sheffield, Vermont&lt;br /&gt;when my first daughter was less than one year old&lt;br /&gt;Now she is looking to apply to Harvard, Cornell, and &lt;br /&gt;the far away universities in the mid-west&lt;br /&gt;Time flies when I am here typing each and every word&lt;br /&gt;with my right hand's middle finger and thumb for the space bar, &lt;br /&gt;and my left hand's ring finger &lt;br /&gt;Still life goes on even I don't want to be part of it!&lt;br /&gt;Time flies...always time flies...what can I do?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing except to live.....while time is flying me by&lt;br /&gt;At least I am part of this time flies&lt;br /&gt;this journey.............&lt;br /&gt;This is my inner voice tonight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228563147642043281-9218889511587072803?l=dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/feeds/9218889511587072803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2009/04/time-flies.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/9218889511587072803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/9218889511587072803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2009/04/time-flies.html' title='Time flies'/><author><name>B. John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10915595590146656738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6cnDUbukMw/SXFP7CLt_9I/AAAAAAAAACc/doXOBLBydck/S220/8808.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228563147642043281.post-7187217595017400152</id><published>2009-03-21T20:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T20:59:29.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good night friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228563147642043281-7187217595017400152?l=dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/feeds/7187217595017400152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2009/03/good-night-friends_21.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/7187217595017400152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/7187217595017400152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2009/03/good-night-friends_21.html' title='Good night friends'/><author><name>B. John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10915595590146656738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6cnDUbukMw/SXFP7CLt_9I/AAAAAAAAACc/doXOBLBydck/S220/8808.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228563147642043281.post-4271234140526358813</id><published>2009-03-21T20:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T20:58:49.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good night friends</title><content type='html'>Before I say Good Night&lt;br /&gt;Noone is here anyhow&lt;br /&gt;Life is like a piano melodies&lt;br /&gt;Good night, Joyce Hampton&lt;br /&gt;You were there for me and your son&lt;br /&gt;Shella......Christiane&lt;br /&gt;Rebecca Haarison&lt;br /&gt;Stanley West&lt;br /&gt;Tommy West&lt;br /&gt;Lillius Barrilar&lt;br /&gt;Dianne was killed in her Honda Civic&lt;br /&gt;Good night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been my inner voice tonight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228563147642043281-4271234140526358813?l=dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/feeds/4271234140526358813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2009/03/good-night-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/4271234140526358813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/4271234140526358813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2009/03/good-night-friends.html' title='Good night friends'/><author><name>B. John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10915595590146656738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6cnDUbukMw/SXFP7CLt_9I/AAAAAAAAACc/doXOBLBydck/S220/8808.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228563147642043281.post-8246124830212907444</id><published>2009-03-21T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T20:53:10.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The last key of a piano</title><content type='html'>No one will ever find this daly inner voice for sure&lt;br /&gt;But, that is not my determination&lt;br /&gt;I shall walk alone for as long as I can&lt;br /&gt;Berlin, Vermont is where it was all started&lt;br /&gt;An OK car seller, John Little, sold my wife and I a &lt;br /&gt;Toyota Pick up Truck, 1994&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I owe the bank&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who is the owner&lt;br /&gt;I might as well say Good Night&lt;br /&gt;No one is reading anyway!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been my inner voice tonight&lt;br /&gt;E-Albany, VT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228563147642043281-8246124830212907444?l=dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/feeds/8246124830212907444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2009/03/last-key-of-piano.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/8246124830212907444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/8246124830212907444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2009/03/last-key-of-piano.html' title='The last key of a piano'/><author><name>B. John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10915595590146656738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6cnDUbukMw/SXFP7CLt_9I/AAAAAAAAACc/doXOBLBydck/S220/8808.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228563147642043281.post-4565931296104889417</id><published>2009-03-21T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T20:46:44.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk in a dream</title><content type='html'>Oh how beautiful it is&lt;br /&gt;Wish you could be here with me&lt;br /&gt;In this lonesome basement bedroom&lt;br /&gt;Where the winter had left its prints&lt;br /&gt;And, a mysterious sounds echo to my brain&lt;br /&gt;Stimulate my soul and energy&lt;br /&gt;Paul Bengston, my neighbor&lt;br /&gt;is willing to do whatever he can&lt;br /&gt;to help me find a residency&lt;br /&gt;My life will then be completed!!!&lt;br /&gt;A board certified physician....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been my inner voice tonight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228563147642043281-4565931296104889417?l=dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/feeds/4565931296104889417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2009/03/walk-in-dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/4565931296104889417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/4565931296104889417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2009/03/walk-in-dream.html' title='Walk in a dream'/><author><name>B. John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10915595590146656738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6cnDUbukMw/SXFP7CLt_9I/AAAAAAAAACc/doXOBLBydck/S220/8808.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228563147642043281.post-233869084841446391</id><published>2009-03-21T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T20:38:21.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Imagine</title><content type='html'>Imagine&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I hear a string of ensembles&lt;br /&gt;The noisy dryer&lt;br /&gt;and the memories of the past&lt;br /&gt;The ones in California&lt;br /&gt;The American parks&lt;br /&gt;and the sad story of my dear friends&lt;br /&gt;dying before they got to be young again&lt;br /&gt;Souvalath and Toi&lt;br /&gt;The winnd is gently blowing&lt;br /&gt;I walk slowly into the Adoration&lt;br /&gt;This is the last attempt&lt;br /&gt;Imagine&lt;br /&gt;Imagine&lt;br /&gt;My last chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been my inner voice tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B. John&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228563147642043281-233869084841446391?l=dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/feeds/233869084841446391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2009/03/imagine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/233869084841446391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/233869084841446391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2009/03/imagine.html' title='Imagine'/><author><name>B. John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10915595590146656738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6cnDUbukMw/SXFP7CLt_9I/AAAAAAAAACc/doXOBLBydck/S220/8808.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228563147642043281.post-8601998573261964982</id><published>2009-03-21T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T20:29:03.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The fire</title><content type='html'>The fire that is burning inside of me &lt;br /&gt;Yet, I can't let it out&lt;br /&gt;Like a gentle flower in a dirty pond&lt;br /&gt;I am playing with a game that is&lt;br /&gt;no long in fame&lt;br /&gt;Still, like Bill Rodd, &lt;br /&gt;I'm staying behind&lt;br /&gt;While others screaming&lt;br /&gt;It is me....it is me...&lt;br /&gt;That was my dream&lt;br /&gt;The water falling&lt;br /&gt;from a crystal winter&lt;br /&gt;A lawyer and his OCD wife&lt;br /&gt;They live for their cat and dog &lt;br /&gt;Still beneath the ocean&lt;br /&gt;Billions of stories&lt;br /&gt;have said over and over this path&lt;br /&gt;This fire tonight&lt;br /&gt;In the basement of a medical doctor&lt;br /&gt;Life goes on&lt;br /&gt;My neighbor, the CEO of our medical center&lt;br /&gt;Snowshoeing......forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my inner voice tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B. John&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228563147642043281-8601998573261964982?l=dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/feeds/8601998573261964982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2009/03/fire.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/8601998573261964982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/8601998573261964982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2009/03/fire.html' title='The fire'/><author><name>B. John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10915595590146656738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6cnDUbukMw/SXFP7CLt_9I/AAAAAAAAACc/doXOBLBydck/S220/8808.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228563147642043281.post-3460602879275576729</id><published>2009-03-15T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T19:19:54.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The common room</title><content type='html'>Here we are sitting in the common room of the Barn tonight. Ryan is playing his guitar, Tom with his PSP, Austin is ordering East Garden's scallion pancake, Allan and Yuan are manifested by their laptops, and I am typing this daily inner voice. Austin is now fixing a remote control which someone has torn aparts. Keith is joining us, sitting on a broken chair which Greame and Matt had rescued from the dumpster. He is swinging his feet, listening to Ryan struming his guitar. He is getting much better than when I first came to the Barn last year. He has grown so much since I had him in Physics. Speaking of Physics, Austin has just fixed the remote control. He is gifted in physics and computer technology. Everyone is gifted in his own way in the Barn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I write, Max and Brian have just came up the stairs carrying their laundry huge basket. They are noding their heads and smiling at me. "Did you have a nice weekend?" (There must be a dozen of freshman girls came to take them for the winter carnival the day before!). They replied with big smiles, "The weather was great."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alvaro, Jae, James and the East Garden Andy are here too. "Good night," Andy said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al has just walked from a shower. Josh has gone to bed. Peter, Matt, Daniel, Matt, Kyle, Greame, Daniel, Harry.....are in their rooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a painting that is fading away little by little. Soon everyone will be gone. All the voices, the laughs, the sounds of the games, will ne fading away; leaving Mr. M and Mr. G here. Yes, we're a big family like the family I had in the orphanage. Our bond is strong. Forever the faded painting will still be in our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must stop. The boys need to get ready for lights out at 10:45pm. This clock is incorrect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night the princes of the Barn....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my daily inner voice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228563147642043281-3460602879275576729?l=dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/feeds/3460602879275576729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2009/03/common-room.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/3460602879275576729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/3460602879275576729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2009/03/common-room.html' title='The common room'/><author><name>B. John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10915595590146656738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6cnDUbukMw/SXFP7CLt_9I/AAAAAAAAACc/doXOBLBydck/S220/8808.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228563147642043281.post-5858482269885395107</id><published>2009-03-15T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T18:30:41.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The temple</title><content type='html'>The temple is trumbling down&lt;br /&gt;In three days it will rise again&lt;br /&gt;Despite it took over 46 years to rebuild&lt;br /&gt;Faith is all you need&lt;br /&gt;Sitting here by your side&lt;br /&gt;Where have you been?&lt;br /&gt;All those years&lt;br /&gt;All these years&lt;br /&gt;What do you hear?&lt;br /&gt;Deep within your heart&lt;br /&gt;Deep within your soul&lt;br /&gt;In searching for the truth&lt;br /&gt;The temple shall rise forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my daily inner voice from the Barn tonight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228563147642043281-5858482269885395107?l=dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/feeds/5858482269885395107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2009/03/temple.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/5858482269885395107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/5858482269885395107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2009/03/temple.html' title='The temple'/><author><name>B. John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10915595590146656738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6cnDUbukMw/SXFP7CLt_9I/AAAAAAAAACc/doXOBLBydck/S220/8808.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228563147642043281.post-728689300020544450</id><published>2009-03-15T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T18:07:21.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back on track</title><content type='html'>Back on track once again&lt;br /&gt;Two days have gone by&lt;br /&gt;Living day by day&lt;br /&gt;flying high above the sky&lt;br /&gt;living as if we're going to die tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;learnibg as if we're going to live forever&lt;br /&gt;Mahamed Gandhi, a great teacher said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my daily inner voice from the Barn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228563147642043281-728689300020544450?l=dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/feeds/728689300020544450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2009/03/back-on-track.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/728689300020544450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/728689300020544450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2009/03/back-on-track.html' title='Back on track'/><author><name>B. John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10915595590146656738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6cnDUbukMw/SXFP7CLt_9I/AAAAAAAAACc/doXOBLBydck/S220/8808.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228563147642043281.post-294464772159584767</id><published>2009-03-12T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T19:56:41.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rest in peace, Toy</title><content type='html'>My dearest friend, Toy&lt;br /&gt;It was sad that you had to go away&lt;br /&gt;fade away from this existence&lt;br /&gt;I will always remember you&lt;br /&gt;and what you've done for our Kmhmu people&lt;br /&gt;At least that's what we knew best&lt;br /&gt;We did what we could&lt;br /&gt;To pass on forward&lt;br /&gt;Our language, culture and traditions&lt;br /&gt;Rest in peace, my dearest friend&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry about us in this world&lt;br /&gt;Your wife and children are well&lt;br /&gt;May you move on to a new world&lt;br /&gt;the world that will give you happiness&lt;br /&gt;as this is what we would want to achieve in this world&lt;br /&gt;in this existence&lt;br /&gt;Go my friend, go and move on with your life&lt;br /&gt;I will be here in this world for as long as I could&lt;br /&gt;I need to get back to medicine&lt;br /&gt;If you can, perhaps you can bless me&lt;br /&gt;Ask God to give strength needed to become a board certified physician&lt;br /&gt;I left my photocopies of my graduation photos and degree for you to see, Toy&lt;br /&gt;For you to see what I have done for you&lt;br /&gt;Because of your love for our Kmhmu people&lt;br /&gt;I didn't give up for you&lt;br /&gt;I brought back the Medical Doctorate and Master of Health Services Administration for you to see&lt;br /&gt;I left the copies in your cofin for those distinguish guests of yours to witness&lt;br /&gt;What you had done, to help the first Kmhmu-Lao-American to become a medical doctor in the United States&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mean for you to harm me or take the priviledge I have&lt;br /&gt;I need to go all the way, my dear friend&lt;br /&gt;I need to become a board certified physician&lt;br /&gt;You must allow this venue to happen for me,&lt;br /&gt;for our Kmhmu people&lt;br /&gt;As I am their hope, Toy&lt;br /&gt;You must believe in me&lt;br /&gt;You must not stop me&lt;br /&gt;I need you to help me to reach our dream&lt;br /&gt;Please acknowledge my degrees&lt;br /&gt;and please bless me to on forward, Toy&lt;br /&gt;Please rest in peace and move to your new life, my dearest friend....&lt;br /&gt;So long....I will always remember you for as long as I live.....&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my friend.......I'll check on your wife and children....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my inner voice for Mr. Toy Vongnapeth, the former Director of the Kmhmu Family Association of Massachusetts, Inc. from 1985 to 2006.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228563147642043281-294464772159584767?l=dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/feeds/294464772159584767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2009/03/rest-in-peace-toy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/294464772159584767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/294464772159584767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2009/03/rest-in-peace-toy.html' title='Rest in peace, Toy'/><author><name>B. John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10915595590146656738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6cnDUbukMw/SXFP7CLt_9I/AAAAAAAAACc/doXOBLBydck/S220/8808.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228563147642043281.post-7982336336499214730</id><published>2009-03-12T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T19:35:14.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Prayer for the Week</title><content type='html'>Dear God, this is the day that you have made,&lt;br /&gt;and I am so grateful to be a part of it.&lt;br /&gt;This is a day unlike any other day,&lt;br /&gt;and I am so grateful for this opportunity to begin again.&lt;br /&gt;This is the day I will place myself totally in your care.&lt;br /&gt;This is the day that I will use to serve you in faith and joy.&lt;br /&gt;This is the day that I am free.&lt;br /&gt;I declare that I am free of fear.&lt;br /&gt;Free of doubt.&lt;br /&gt;Free of anger.&lt;br /&gt;Free of shame.&lt;br /&gt;Free of guilt.&lt;br /&gt;Free of unproductive thoughts and actions.&lt;br /&gt;This is the day, God.&lt;br /&gt;Your day. My day.&lt;br /&gt;And for this day I am so very, very grateful. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the chapel in Jackson Park Medical Center, Chicago, Illinois, USA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228563147642043281-7982336336499214730?l=dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/feeds/7982336336499214730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2009/03/prayer-for-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/7982336336499214730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/7982336336499214730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2009/03/prayer-for-week.html' title='A Prayer for the Week'/><author><name>B. John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10915595590146656738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6cnDUbukMw/SXFP7CLt_9I/AAAAAAAAACc/doXOBLBydck/S220/8808.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228563147642043281.post-1919198425851276314</id><published>2009-03-10T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T20:23:13.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good night</title><content type='html'>Good night Lilah&lt;br /&gt;Good night Salem-Hieng&lt;br /&gt;Good night Dearest Dear Vicki&lt;br /&gt;Good night Maya&lt;br /&gt;Good night Melanie&lt;br /&gt;Good night house&lt;br /&gt;Good night &lt;br /&gt;all the little mouses&lt;br /&gt;Good night my school's laptops&lt;br /&gt;Good night my students&lt;br /&gt;Good night St. Johnsbury Academy&lt;br /&gt;Good night everyone&lt;br /&gt;Good all tennis players&lt;br /&gt;Good night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night&lt;br /&gt;May God be with you&lt;br /&gt;Bless you with strength&lt;br /&gt;Provide you with love&lt;br /&gt;Bring out the best in you&lt;br /&gt;For the night is getting late&lt;br /&gt;I shall wish you all the best&lt;br /&gt;Good night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night world&lt;br /&gt;Good night universe&lt;br /&gt;Good night this existence&lt;br /&gt;GOOD NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my inner voice tonight&lt;br /&gt;Good night&lt;br /&gt;B John&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228563147642043281-1919198425851276314?l=dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/feeds/1919198425851276314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2009/03/good-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/1919198425851276314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/1919198425851276314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2009/03/good-night.html' title='Good night'/><author><name>B. John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10915595590146656738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6cnDUbukMw/SXFP7CLt_9I/AAAAAAAAACc/doXOBLBydck/S220/8808.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228563147642043281.post-8436002527796391065</id><published>2009-03-10T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T20:14:21.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dr. and Mrs. Kit and Becky Vongsa</title><content type='html'>It was good to see Kit and his wife, Becky this past week. This was the first time we have seen them since their wedding on July 14, 2007 in Oshkosh, Wisconsin. Kit is like a brother. I met him in medical school. He was one of the fews who came from Laos. Along with us were Stephen Vang and Mona. During the first semester at Ross University School of Medicine in Dominica, we didn't spend as much time with Mona. She was two semesters ahead of us. Since Kit and Stephen came from the same state of Wisconsin, they were roomates in motel adjacent to the campus. After Kit, Stephen and other Asian students visited me in my apartment; they convinced me to move into 2 rooms down from them in the motel. Kit and I used to spend a lot of time together in the library or empty classroom studying. He really knew his stuffs, but somehow I found it difficult to understand him or anyone in medical school. I was in my own world. Looking back it was almost impossible to study medicine. My mind was with my wife and two little daughters in East Albany, Vermont. I missed and worried about them very much. I wished they were there with me. Neil Fromm was our next door neighbor in East Albany, I remember writing letter to him. There were nights when Kit and I used to go over a bridge from the motel into the ocean. We would laid down and looked up the billions stars. I remember telling Kit, "Someday when we look back we will remember these beautiful memories." Yes, those stars, tiny glowed fishes, the wavery ocean surface and gentle wind (sometime cool enough to wish for a sweater) were memories that I shall remember for as long as I am capable of remembering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Kit Vongsa is a successful board certified physician now in Oshkosh, Wisconsin. He is doing urgent care medicine. Dr. Becky Vongsa, his wife, has just completed her PhD in cellular biology. She is also doing very well in her career. They're making a good living financially. I took them to Boston, to get lobster and to give money to my niece, Bouakham, to take to my older sister Boun when she goes to Laos in 2 weeks. I showed them Lowell, Boston, Brockton and Cambridge. It was a good trip. Vicki and the girls were too busy and tired to join us. They would have been very tired. By the time we arrived home on Saturday night, it was 1:20am on Sunday already. Then, they had to catch their flight in Burlington, Vermont at 7:45am. We had to get up at 4:00am in order to be in the airport on time. Everything worked out well despite the fact that the clock in the USA had to spring forward an hour ahead. This means we lost an hour of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing Kit inspired me to work harder in my USMLEs although I've been very tired lately. I had to also work in the dorm yesterday. The chair man of the science came to observe my chemistry also yesterday. Not to mention, the informational meeting after school yesterday before going on to dorm duty. I didn't get home until 11:30pm. Today after school I was a science fair judge at Good Shepard where Melanie goes to school. She was one of the contesters, but I didn't have her on my list. When I got home afterward, I was crashed in bed for at least 2 hours. Dear came home. I was too tired to prepare any meal. I just slept until the time to train Melanie in tennis at the Old Mill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good. I've been living my life clean although I've been eating at least 2 portions for lunch daily. It is tempting to take the first EtOH, but I have had no need for it. Good has been very good to me and my family. I was able to speak to my sister, brother and mother in Oklahoma this weekend. In all, I will buckle down and study starting tomorrow morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my inner voice today. May you always find peace in your life, B John&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228563147642043281-8436002527796391065?l=dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/feeds/8436002527796391065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2009/03/dr-and-mrs-kit-and-becky-vongsa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/8436002527796391065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/8436002527796391065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2009/03/dr-and-mrs-kit-and-becky-vongsa.html' title='Dr. and Mrs. Kit and Becky Vongsa'/><author><name>B. John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10915595590146656738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6cnDUbukMw/SXFP7CLt_9I/AAAAAAAAACc/doXOBLBydck/S220/8808.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228563147642043281.post-3428710797776011776</id><published>2009-03-01T08:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T09:18:40.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good day sun shine</title><content type='html'>It is a beautiful Sunday. We've just finished our last lunch with Yuan. It is hard to believe it has been over a week alreay since he has been homestaying with us. In a few minutes we'll take him back to the Barn. Hope he has had a restful week with us. He has been sleeping until noon, and someday even passed noon. We've done our best to provide him a good home. At least he is no ill. I believe he is ready to go back to school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228563147642043281-3428710797776011776?l=dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/feeds/3428710797776011776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2009/03/good-day-sun-shine.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/3428710797776011776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/3428710797776011776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2009/03/good-day-sun-shine.html' title='Good day sun shine'/><author><name>B. John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10915595590146656738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6cnDUbukMw/SXFP7CLt_9I/AAAAAAAAACc/doXOBLBydck/S220/8808.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228563147642043281.post-4676359144983318426</id><published>2009-02-28T06:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T06:38:26.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The last day of the month</title><content type='html'>Today is the last day of the month&lt;br /&gt;Another February will be gone&lt;br /&gt;I shall take my time &lt;br /&gt;to walk, to enjoy the snow &lt;br /&gt;and to inhale the fresh air&lt;br /&gt;Life is a beautiful thing&lt;br /&gt;You can fly even without any wing&lt;br /&gt;You can live anyway you please&lt;br /&gt;this your life &lt;br /&gt;on this last day of the month&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my daily inner voice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228563147642043281-4676359144983318426?l=dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/feeds/4676359144983318426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2009/02/last-day-of-month.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/4676359144983318426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/4676359144983318426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2009/02/last-day-of-month.html' title='The last day of the month'/><author><name>B. John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10915595590146656738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6cnDUbukMw/SXFP7CLt_9I/AAAAAAAAACc/doXOBLBydck/S220/8808.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228563147642043281.post-213087296373467037</id><published>2009-02-28T06:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T06:34:23.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday before going back to work and school</title><content type='html'>It has been nice this week to be home with my daughters, pets Salem-Hieng, Lilah, wife and a homestay student from Taiwan. Today is the last Saturday before going back to work. I am looking forward to seeing my students and eager to guide and teach them chemistry, forensic science, biotechnical engineering and senior capstone. I need to clean up the basement, go to the dump and drive my family to the city for a little vacation. Now that everyone is feeling somewhat better. I also need to find time to study for my USMLE. Not much more to write today, but this has been my daily inner voice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228563147642043281-213087296373467037?l=dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/feeds/213087296373467037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2009/02/saturday-before-going-back-to-work-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/213087296373467037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/213087296373467037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2009/02/saturday-before-going-back-to-work-and.html' title='Saturday before going back to work and school'/><author><name>B. John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10915595590146656738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6cnDUbukMw/SXFP7CLt_9I/AAAAAAAAACc/doXOBLBydck/S220/8808.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228563147642043281.post-8701993596685082530</id><published>2009-02-27T18:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T19:56:14.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Tube</title><content type='html'>It was good to see in You Tube, a young Kmhmu band playing a song I wrote, "We're Kmhmu children. Let us love each other...." They're Kmhmu-Lao-American teenagers from Santa Ana, California. I wish I could have been a board certified physician already. So, I can do more for my people. Still, these young people have inspired me to even study harder and smarter in order to pass my USMLEs, find a residency and move on forward in my medical career. I need to start living today, not tomorrow. After reading and studying the first two chapters of pathology and pathophysiology this afternoon, while waiting for nearly 5 hours for my truck 2004 F-250 to be diagnosed and fixed by a Ford dealer in order to pass the Vermont State Inspection, I became scared with so much anxieties about my USMLEs. It made it worst when I received the bill, it was over $289.00. Last year this truck costed me almost $3000.00 for the state inspection. Nothing I could do except to pay the bill and start studying and thinking positively that nothing is impossible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Kmhmu teenagers from Santa Ana, California gives me the reason to believe in myself. "I have a promise to keep before I go to sleep," Robert Frost. Like the famous American song, "The Impossible Dream," which so many great singers included Elvis Presley have sang, I will not give up my dream either, no matter what. In order for me to become a medical school, I've had to put my wife and children, elderly mother, sisters and brothers, nieces and nephews, friends and Kmhmu-Lao-American through so much. I can't stop now. I need to go all the way to reach my impossible dream even at this later age of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you boys from Santa Ana, California. Thanks for believing in me. Most of all, thanks for your inspiration and for being the wonderful Kmhmu-Lao-Americans. You're the future of our Kmhmu people. If I can become a medical doctor in the United States, you can too. I came into this country as refugee with limited English. I had no parents in the United States to guide and support me. I have had to work to support myself and family while going through high school, college, graduate and medical schools. You can make something out of your life as long as you do it for our Kmhmu people. You will always reach your impossible dream also. For me, I have just enough energy to lift out this barrier that prevent me from becoming a board certified physician. I can do it. I know I can with God's blessing and strength. I know our ancestors and Kmhmu Cheung Empire are watching upon us from their space in time as we're looking up after them. Life is beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've kept my promise to my daily inner voice today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228563147642043281-8701993596685082530?l=dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/feeds/8701993596685082530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-tube.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/8701993596685082530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/8701993596685082530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-tube.html' title='You Tube'/><author><name>B. John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10915595590146656738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6cnDUbukMw/SXFP7CLt_9I/AAAAAAAAACc/doXOBLBydck/S220/8808.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228563147642043281.post-8216292754019665309</id><published>2009-02-27T09:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T09:25:02.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday is here</title><content type='html'>This Friday is the day&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I've been waiting for&lt;br /&gt;For a new day to start living&lt;br /&gt;Taking time to hear the singing birds&lt;br /&gt;They have lived by my side&lt;br /&gt;For years since we've lived in this place&lt;br /&gt;Now that this Friday is here&lt;br /&gt;No longer will I have the fears&lt;br /&gt;No more tears my son&lt;br /&gt;In one we will fly&lt;br /&gt;High in sky&lt;br /&gt;Like these birds&lt;br /&gt;Without worries&lt;br /&gt;Without even a future plan&lt;br /&gt;Yet, they are alive&lt;br /&gt;Living like there's no tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;No regret from yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Living for this moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my daily inner voice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228563147642043281-8216292754019665309?l=dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/feeds/8216292754019665309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2009/02/friday-is-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/8216292754019665309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/8216292754019665309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2009/02/friday-is-here.html' title='Friday is here'/><author><name>B. John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10915595590146656738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6cnDUbukMw/SXFP7CLt_9I/AAAAAAAAACc/doXOBLBydck/S220/8808.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228563147642043281.post-2345454980625276052</id><published>2009-02-26T06:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T07:11:48.422-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday morning</title><content type='html'>How quiet it is in my heart and soul. Somehow I feel restless, nervous and uncertain. I made it possible to break my own promise last night. But, this is not why I am feeling quilty. I decided to face my priority this morning by selecting the dates to write my United States Medical Licensing Examination Step 1, and Step 2 Clinical Skills on June 25th in Williston, Vermont, and August 14th in Chicago, Illinois respectively. I have not received the permit for Step 2 Clinical Knowledge yet. I chose Thursday for Step 1 for my father, Shaman Pao Saynyarack. He died on Thursday in Xiengkhoung City, Xiengkhoung Province, Laos. And, August 14th is Friday. So, I can celebrate with Ten, Kit, their families and Laotian friends in Chicago. They were there for me when I was doing my clinical rotations at Jackson Park Medical Health Center. Well, this is it. I need to sit down and study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my daily inner voice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228563147642043281-2345454980625276052?l=dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/feeds/2345454980625276052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2009/02/thursday-morning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/2345454980625276052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/2345454980625276052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2009/02/thursday-morning.html' title='Thursday morning'/><author><name>B. John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10915595590146656738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6cnDUbukMw/SXFP7CLt_9I/AAAAAAAAACc/doXOBLBydck/S220/8808.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228563147642043281.post-7524179530180134665</id><published>2009-02-25T20:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T21:19:17.815-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Steering wheel</title><content type='html'>As a junior high, &lt;br /&gt;I read a book written in Thai&lt;br /&gt;By Saywat. He wrote&lt;br /&gt;Life is like a car steering wheel&lt;br /&gt;If you fall asleep driving&lt;br /&gt;Your car will end up off the road&lt;br /&gt;You must stay focus driving&lt;br /&gt;Steering the wheel to your destination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my inner voice tonight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228563147642043281-7524179530180134665?l=dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/feeds/7524179530180134665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2009/02/steering-wheel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/7524179530180134665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/7524179530180134665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2009/02/steering-wheel.html' title='Steering wheel'/><author><name>B. John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10915595590146656738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6cnDUbukMw/SXFP7CLt_9I/AAAAAAAAACc/doXOBLBydck/S220/8808.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228563147642043281.post-1235947441207545501</id><published>2009-02-25T20:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T20:56:14.664-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being humble</title><content type='html'>Being humble, father John said&lt;br /&gt;on Ash Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;I will pray alone in a closing door&lt;br /&gt;No one needs to know&lt;br /&gt;It is between me and God, the father&lt;br /&gt;I will give quietly&lt;br /&gt;I will sit in the back roll&lt;br /&gt;No one needs to know&lt;br /&gt;Why is a river a king of hundreds valleys?&lt;br /&gt;Because it travels in the lowest position&lt;br /&gt;Lao Tzu&lt;br /&gt;Jesus&lt;br /&gt;Buddha&lt;br /&gt;Mohamed&lt;br /&gt;Father John..., and&lt;br /&gt;Father John Roussin&lt;br /&gt;Rest in peace&lt;br /&gt;I miss you&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for giving me a place to stay&lt;br /&gt;and food to eat while I went to college&lt;br /&gt;Mid-night tonight, I will start my lent&lt;br /&gt;I will do it my way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my daily inner voice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228563147642043281-1235947441207545501?l=dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/feeds/1235947441207545501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2009/02/being-humble.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/1235947441207545501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/1235947441207545501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2009/02/being-humble.html' title='Being humble'/><author><name>B. John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10915595590146656738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6cnDUbukMw/SXFP7CLt_9I/AAAAAAAAACc/doXOBLBydck/S220/8808.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228563147642043281.post-1293818123510244003</id><published>2009-02-24T20:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T20:37:56.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The clock is wrong</title><content type='html'>It is now 11:26pm when I type this! Not 8:26pm as it may appear on the screen! I have not been able to change this clock although that is the fact of life. In any case, I am in the US Eastern time. I wish the whole world and universe would be using the same time format. This way, we'll just figure out our own time. Would this be better, or is this what we have been doing anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my daily inner voice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228563147642043281-1293818123510244003?l=dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/feeds/1293818123510244003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2009/02/time-is-wrong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/1293818123510244003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/1293818123510244003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2009/02/time-is-wrong.html' title='The clock is wrong'/><author><name>B. John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10915595590146656738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6cnDUbukMw/SXFP7CLt_9I/AAAAAAAAACc/doXOBLBydck/S220/8808.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228563147642043281.post-1026375246904559006</id><published>2009-02-24T19:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T20:26:25.327-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The end of the day before a new lent</title><content type='html'>I told my student, Yuan is also my mentee. He is homestay with us this week for the winter break. Lent is the time to recall what Jesus had done for us. As a Catholic we give up a certain thing which we like or enjoy, and use this expense for God either by giving it to our church, or use it help the poors. Yuan said in Taiwan, they don't give money to the poors because they're afraid they will spend it on alcohol and drugs, etc. Instead, they would give foods, clothes and services to the poors. This makes sense, I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My lent offering is to give up beer and wine completely," I told Yuan. I will use this money for my church because of the heating cost this winter along with the difficult economy not only in Saint Johnsbury, but through out the United States and the world. Also, I will send part of the money to send to my sister in Laos. She is one of the poorest of the poors in this universe. Thus, I must care for her. She is my older sister. She didn't go to school in order to care for us when we were still living in our jungle villages in Laos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my daily inner voice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228563147642043281-1026375246904559006?l=dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/feeds/1026375246904559006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2009/02/end-of-day-before-new-lent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/1026375246904559006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/1026375246904559006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2009/02/end-of-day-before-new-lent.html' title='The end of the day before a new lent'/><author><name>B. John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10915595590146656738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6cnDUbukMw/SXFP7CLt_9I/AAAAAAAAACc/doXOBLBydck/S220/8808.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228563147642043281.post-4873399637232541095</id><published>2009-02-24T11:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T11:38:46.671-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A sunny day</title><content type='html'>Melanie and I have just returned from her eye examination. Everything went well, the young physician didn't find anything abnormal in her eyes. Thank you, God, for blessing us with good health. As mentioned, all Melanie, Maya, Yuan (a homestay student), Salem-Hieng (our black lab) and dear (my wife Vicki) are not feeling well. They all came down with cold and flu-like symptoms. Dear has abdominal discomfort. Yet, she left for work this morning. Buddha was right, "Life is suffering." Somehow we must a way to deal with it. I, too, can find some kind of body pains although I don't like to bring out and talk about them. In fact, my lower back is in so much pain right now. It must be painful enough for me to write about it at this moment. Thus, it must be real when one complains of some kind of illnesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a beautiful day. The sun is bright reflecting the snow. It is good to alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my daily inner voice.....Have a wonmderful day....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228563147642043281-4873399637232541095?l=dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/feeds/4873399637232541095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2009/02/sunny-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/4873399637232541095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/4873399637232541095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2009/02/sunny-day.html' title='A sunny day'/><author><name>B. John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10915595590146656738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6cnDUbukMw/SXFP7CLt_9I/AAAAAAAAACc/doXOBLBydck/S220/8808.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228563147642043281.post-1056514376228183274</id><published>2009-02-23T16:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T11:26:49.334-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday</title><content type='html'>It has been a full day. Since I didn't have to go to work, I woke up a little late. The snow had been falling through the night. It must be at least a foot and more of snow on our driveway. I didn't mind it despite of my Raynauld's syndrome, poor circulation to digits. It was beautiful to be out there with my dog Salem-Hieng. We didn't mind being locked in our house with snow. Before dear, the girls, a homestay student and our black cat, Lilah, woke up; Salem-Hieng and I were out there filming the scenes and plowing us out. Salem-Hieng and I were the only ones out of the house. We went to the natural food store to get the supplies for our egg rolls, return dear's books in the public library, Green Mountain Mall to get the discount clothes from the JC Penny and look for a pair of cheap boots at the Pay Less Shoes, and get more egg rolls supplies from the Price Chopper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I spent the rest of the day cooking for the family, building the wood stove, taking left-over foods to the compose and bringing more fire-woods in with Salem-Hieng. In between, I did my best to study for my USMLEs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Daily Inner Voice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228563147642043281-1056514376228183274?l=dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/feeds/1056514376228183274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2009/02/monday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/1056514376228183274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/1056514376228183274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2009/02/monday.html' title='Monday'/><author><name>B. John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10915595590146656738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6cnDUbukMw/SXFP7CLt_9I/AAAAAAAAACc/doXOBLBydck/S220/8808.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228563147642043281.post-1998779146298191288</id><published>2009-02-22T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T20:17:42.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good night my friends</title><content type='html'>Good night&lt;br /&gt;farewell&lt;br /&gt;I hate to say good night&lt;br /&gt;But, I must&lt;br /&gt;So long&lt;br /&gt;Be well&lt;br /&gt;Be happy&lt;br /&gt;Good night&lt;br /&gt;This is my innner voice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228563147642043281-1998779146298191288?l=dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/feeds/1998779146298191288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2009/02/good-night-my-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/1998779146298191288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/1998779146298191288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2009/02/good-night-my-friends.html' title='Good night my friends'/><author><name>B. John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10915595590146656738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6cnDUbukMw/SXFP7CLt_9I/AAAAAAAAACc/doXOBLBydck/S220/8808.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228563147642043281.post-1938732280133739689</id><published>2009-02-22T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T20:15:36.822-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My clock</title><content type='html'>It is now 11:15pm in Saint Johnsbury, Vermont of the USA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228563147642043281-1938732280133739689?l=dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/feeds/1938732280133739689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-clock.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/1938732280133739689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/1938732280133739689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-clock.html' title='My clock'/><author><name>B. John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10915595590146656738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6cnDUbukMw/SXFP7CLt_9I/AAAAAAAAACc/doXOBLBydck/S220/8808.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228563147642043281.post-6632962680230477895</id><published>2009-02-22T19:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T20:13:53.954-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sheffield, Vermont</title><content type='html'>I once was in Sheffield, Vermont&lt;br /&gt;with my little daughter and a beautiful wife&lt;br /&gt;My neighbors were Done Stone and his wife Helen&lt;br /&gt;After two unsuccessful attempts of the first semesters at St. George's University School of Medicine in Greneda, West Indies&lt;br /&gt;My wife and I decided to buy an ran-down old farm house from a guy from New York City&lt;br /&gt;His Asian wife had died recently of a mysterious illness&lt;br /&gt;He bought the house and land being told it was an 80 acres piece&lt;br /&gt;Instead it was only 40 acres&lt;br /&gt;It was dear's first real estate property&lt;br /&gt;It was my fifth&lt;br /&gt;I could have just settled in Sheffield, Vermont&lt;br /&gt;Where I wrote endless poetry&lt;br /&gt;Where I walked my little daughter into the woods&lt;br /&gt;Only to find a little crying kitten&lt;br /&gt;We called him, "Cocoa."&lt;br /&gt;Where I used to take my wife and daughter in town&lt;br /&gt;Only to find a dog that needed to be adopted&lt;br /&gt;We called him, "Smoky."&lt;br /&gt;Hired men we had&lt;br /&gt;Two men to fix our foundation, Mr. Broom in charge&lt;br /&gt;An electrician, Mr. White, to wire our electricity&lt;br /&gt;Across the lawn and wetland was an American man name Dick or Rich&lt;br /&gt;He gave me a deer's leg that tasted like a human's grace&lt;br /&gt;Now and then the gun shots would go off&lt;br /&gt;Dick or Rich would give me a call&lt;br /&gt;from his trailer across the protected wetland&lt;br /&gt;Across Route 122 was another Stone&lt;br /&gt;A younger Stone with full ambitious&lt;br /&gt;He was a little Vermont man with hundreds tractors&lt;br /&gt;Two of his sons broke our house afterward&lt;br /&gt;When the fire fell out, they all came to rescue&lt;br /&gt;Sheffield, Vermont is in the frontier of the USA&lt;br /&gt;Dancing left-over hippies with a world renounced symphony man&lt;br /&gt;Town hall......&lt;br /&gt;This is my inner voice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228563147642043281-6632962680230477895?l=dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/feeds/6632962680230477895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2009/02/sheffield-vermont.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/6632962680230477895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/6632962680230477895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2009/02/sheffield-vermont.html' title='Sheffield, Vermont'/><author><name>B. John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10915595590146656738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6cnDUbukMw/SXFP7CLt_9I/AAAAAAAAACc/doXOBLBydck/S220/8808.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228563147642043281.post-5880015861957619118</id><published>2009-02-22T19:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T19:31:39.541-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good night</title><content type='html'>Good night&lt;br /&gt;May the snow keeps on falling&lt;br /&gt;Tonight&lt;br /&gt;I shall take my time&lt;br /&gt;Walk out&lt;br /&gt;With my dog Salem-Hieng&lt;br /&gt;Watch the sky&lt;br /&gt;Letting the snow flakes falling&lt;br /&gt;Covering&lt;br /&gt;My Hilltoppers sweater hood&lt;br /&gt;No flash-light&lt;br /&gt;Through the back yard still&lt;br /&gt;The deers&lt;br /&gt;Along with the wild turkeys&lt;br /&gt;I see&lt;br /&gt;Life is like a symphony&lt;br /&gt;a play&lt;br /&gt;Like Shakespear&lt;br /&gt;My dears&lt;br /&gt;Connection with love&lt;br /&gt;Good night&lt;br /&gt;This is my daily inner voice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228563147642043281-5880015861957619118?l=dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/feeds/5880015861957619118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2009/02/good-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/5880015861957619118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/5880015861957619118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2009/02/good-night.html' title='Good night'/><author><name>B. John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10915595590146656738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6cnDUbukMw/SXFP7CLt_9I/AAAAAAAAACc/doXOBLBydck/S220/8808.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228563147642043281.post-5311441663965162521</id><published>2009-02-22T18:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T19:23:45.562-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 3rd Birthday John Jackson</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was my nephew John Jackson Saynyarack's birthday. It is hard to believe he is 3 years old already. My older brother Moses and his second wife were having a gathering for him in their home in Oklahoma City. My mother, niece Bouachanh, brother Khamke, sister Oneta and their families were all there to celebrate his birthday. Wish I could be there with my family too. In stead we have been very busy with our live in the Northeast Kingdom of Vermont. It seems as if many plans did not come true. I never thought I would become a high school science teacher. I thought I would become this world renounced medical doctor like Dr. Thomas Dooley, or Dr. Albert Schweitzer. Mr. Pawell Depta was right when he told me one early morning at the Cambridge Public Library, "One thing I've learned in life is that I can't plan for my future. I thought I was going to come to the United States to study and get a degree in social or political science, and go back home to Poland to do something big. Here I am a reference librarian in a public library."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could have taken Mr. Depta's advise and never left the library for St. George's University School of Medicine in Greneda, West Indies. Yet, I didn't. Instead of becoming a world renounced physician, I've become a good science teacher for teenagers. I don't mind being with them. I enjoy watching them grow in science and education. I've come to accept that life is too short, to wait to live for tomorrow. My daughters are 16 and 14. My wife has worked in the same place for 15 years while I've been doing whatever I can to be the first Kmhmu-Lao-American to become a medical doctor in the United States. Now I just need to be come a certified physician. So, I can help sick people through medicine and repay my student loans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry John Jackson, uncle couldn't be there for your third birthday. May God bless you with good health, wealth and prosperity. May you continue to grow your beautiful life as a great Kmhmu-American someday. With all my love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my daily inner voice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228563147642043281-5311441663965162521?l=dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/feeds/5311441663965162521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-3rd-birthday-john-jackson.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/5311441663965162521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/5311441663965162521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-3rd-birthday-john-jackson.html' title='Happy 3rd Birthday John Jackson'/><author><name>B. John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10915595590146656738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6cnDUbukMw/SXFP7CLt_9I/AAAAAAAAACc/doXOBLBydck/S220/8808.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228563147642043281.post-9133344754383279266</id><published>2009-02-22T17:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T18:58:24.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another snowy day</title><content type='html'>Finally, our winter break arrived at the end of the school day last Friday. All of my students seemed eager to leave the classrooms and the campus as soon as the bell rang. It took me almost 3 hours before I could go home. Luckily, but sad, I didn't have to take the girls home. Maya came down with cold and flu-like symptoms. Vicki was working from home. So, she picked up Melanie directly from her school instead of having to walk all the way from her school to my office in the science department. Still I had to meet a few students during the conference period before going to Jack Cumming's thank you party for the faculty members and staffs who work for the resident program. Again I was the first to get to his associated head master's house which is adjacent to the head master's white house. Jack was thrilled when I told him, Elizabeth Calvin (the grand daughter of Melvin Calvin, who discovered the Calvin Cycle) received 82 in my Accelerated Chemistry class. "Patient is the key," he told me when Elizabeth first came to my class. She is a bright young woman who accepts responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Jack, I went back to the science office, to pick up the 4 dinners I ordered from Mr. Prevoust's caulinary class. I wanted to share two with Mr. Conte, but my bag was falling aparts. I ended up keeping all. He is always joking around with me too much. He told Barbara and his secretary that I wanted to get rid of my left-over trash with him. He gave me a plastic bag to help hold on to the food. Then, I went to the dorm to tell Austin that Mr. Cumming wanted him to sit with a mother and her twin sons on the way to the airport. Jack told me to tell him, if he doesn't do a good job, he "will kick his buts." I also remind Mr. Mold and Mr. Dussault that I would be picking up Yuan the next day instead of Friday as I had planned with him. I just had to many things and engagements to attend. Vicki and I were also invited to attend a dinner at Hyonby and Tom Wales on Friday. I e-mailed Hyon that Vicki and I would be late. We would be able to get there until 6:30pm. By the time I got home it was almost 5:45pm. Maya had been very sick at home. Poor Maya. I gave her some medication and asked her to rest and drink plenty of juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shaved and took a quick shower before Vicki and I went to Hyonby and Tom Wales. They live in a mansion in the town, which they purchased 2 years ago after selling their house in New York. Like many people in Saint Johnsbury, they move here because of the Academy. They had invited a few of the people they met for the gathering. It was very nice of them to do this. The foods were accellent, and the people there were wonderful. Through tennis I met Hyonby at the club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melanie and I started Saturday by playing tennis with Richard and Josh Smith. They were getting ready to leave for their Hunduras trip with their church. Then, we went to the Barn to pick up Yuan. He is homestay with us during this winter break. He is a nice and quiet boy from Taiwan. His father is a medical doctor. He talks more about his mother who has inspired him to his faith in Jesus. He closes his eyes and praises before he eats everytime. He is also my mentee at the dorm. He loves tennis although he is not very good in it. With more patient, like Jack said, I should be able to help him improved in the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuan and I went to the Price Chopper to get some food supplies. We ran into Don Bredes and Denis Camille (sp). Denis is a special aid teacher at the Academy. After paying for the grocery, I mentioned to him, "Everything is so expensive." He answered by asking, "What are not expensive?" I couldn't give him the answer. He said, "Jokes are not expensive as well as friendship." You're right, Mr. Camille. He is a wonderful guy. He is very good in jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been good to have him in our house. For the first time since we bought the house, we have someone else sleeping overnight. I put Yuan in my office downstair. Like Maya he is sick with cold and flu-like symptoms. I've been treating them with Tylenol Cold Multi-Symptom and plenty of juice and soup. They seem to fell better today. For the first time this afternoon, Maya was up and came down from her bed, to share a huge meal Vicki had prepared for us after I went to the church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of the church, God has forgiven our sins according to the readings. My sins would be forgiven as well. Like most people in the United States and around the workld, our church is going through a rough time. The finance committee chair asked us to look at our life and see if there is anyway we can do give more to the church. He said if we can give up a cup of coffee, and give this expense to the church, that would be very helpful. I will give up beer and wine and EtOH starting wednesday for this purpose and to help my older sister Boun in Laos. I have also signed up for the Adoration every Sunday from 7-8:00am. I need to start studying for my USMLEs. With God's blessing and strength, I know I will pass all of the steps, find a residency and be come a certified physician in 4 years. I'll be 52 years old. Time flies. It seems to fly by so fast lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my inner voice tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228563147642043281-9133344754383279266?l=dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/feeds/9133344754383279266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2009/02/another-snowy-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/9133344754383279266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/9133344754383279266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2009/02/another-snowy-day.html' title='Another snowy day'/><author><name>B. John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10915595590146656738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6cnDUbukMw/SXFP7CLt_9I/AAAAAAAAACc/doXOBLBydck/S220/8808.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228563147642043281.post-4508634140658872810</id><published>2009-02-08T19:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T19:19:23.011-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A tiny bird</title><content type='html'>I ended dropping my croisant&lt;br /&gt;which my daughter had made for me&lt;br /&gt;to eat in order to gain my energy&lt;br /&gt;needed to strike the tennis balls&lt;br /&gt;to capture the win&lt;br /&gt;Instead I dropped it onto the frozen ground&lt;br /&gt;Where the birds can stimulate their souls&lt;br /&gt;But, the tiniest one came along&lt;br /&gt;underneath the bigger's wings he took away the croisant&lt;br /&gt;The river is always a king of hundreds valleys&lt;br /&gt;A wise philosopher Lao Tzu informed his students&lt;br /&gt;Becasue the river travels in a lowest position&lt;br /&gt;Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans&lt;br /&gt;John Lennon sang to his son...&lt;br /&gt;The bird the tiny one...&lt;br /&gt;Have a grand day my buddy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228563147642043281-4508634140658872810?l=dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/feeds/4508634140658872810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2009/02/tiny-bird.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/4508634140658872810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/4508634140658872810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2009/02/tiny-bird.html' title='A tiny bird'/><author><name>B. John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10915595590146656738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6cnDUbukMw/SXFP7CLt_9I/AAAAAAAAACc/doXOBLBydck/S220/8808.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228563147642043281.post-3669857014973458446</id><published>2009-02-08T19:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T19:12:34.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One more line</title><content type='html'>Tonight is the night&lt;br /&gt;I shall make a history&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait until tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;When I wake up&lt;br /&gt;I shall find you there&lt;br /&gt;next to my skin&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I may find myself screaming&lt;br /&gt;with a nightmere&lt;br /&gt;I shall stand strong&lt;br /&gt;Longing for you&lt;br /&gt;Until I see you again&lt;br /&gt;Good night.....&lt;br /&gt;Good night....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228563147642043281-3669857014973458446?l=dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/feeds/3669857014973458446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2009/02/one-more-line.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/3669857014973458446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/3669857014973458446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2009/02/one-more-line.html' title='One more line'/><author><name>B. John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10915595590146656738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6cnDUbukMw/SXFP7CLt_9I/AAAAAAAAACc/doXOBLBydck/S220/8808.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228563147642043281.post-7749501488718045932</id><published>2009-02-08T18:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T19:07:24.210-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scooters'/><title type='text'>Dream</title><content type='html'>Go on dream&lt;br /&gt;Scream, if you wish&lt;br /&gt;A tax man&lt;br /&gt;Sits by the road&lt;br /&gt;A forensic investigator&lt;br /&gt;Walks by several times per six hours&lt;br /&gt;A pumkin sits beneath a straw hat&lt;br /&gt;Awaiting for a young Asian man to ariive&lt;br /&gt;A well known poet in the Northeast Kingdom of Vermont&lt;br /&gt;James, his wife used to call him&lt;br /&gt;A disciple of Robert Frost&lt;br /&gt;An Amherst College alumni&lt;br /&gt;Together we make phrases&lt;br /&gt;Together we make sentence&lt;br /&gt;Which all end with a period&lt;br /&gt;As it is in the forensics world&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful girl looked and smiled at me&lt;br /&gt;How lucky I am to be here&lt;br /&gt;Running my life into a crowded space&lt;br /&gt;No more race, my son&lt;br /&gt;No more pain, my father&lt;br /&gt;No longer see, my daughter&lt;br /&gt;No longer suffer, my mother&lt;br /&gt;All are beneath the feet&lt;br /&gt;Cover everthing up with a perfection&lt;br /&gt;The Frauhaufers and the 40 Irving Street&lt;br /&gt;The Camery and St. Augustine's wine&lt;br /&gt;The hungers...the hairy cat&lt;br /&gt;and the rusty old man Johnson&lt;br /&gt;in his rusty old car&lt;br /&gt;A plumber he told me to be&lt;br /&gt;He is right...life is today&lt;br /&gt;Forever today...&lt;br /&gt;No it doesn't matter, my friend&lt;br /&gt;In the end, it is just you and me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228563147642043281-7749501488718045932?l=dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/feeds/7749501488718045932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2009/02/dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/7749501488718045932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/7749501488718045932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2009/02/dream.html' title='Dream'/><author><name>B. John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10915595590146656738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6cnDUbukMw/SXFP7CLt_9I/AAAAAAAAACc/doXOBLBydck/S220/8808.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228563147642043281.post-6274544128263985777</id><published>2009-02-08T18:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T18:55:21.838-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scooters'/><title type='text'>A windy night</title><content type='html'>The ecosystem as if&lt;br /&gt;I drove my wife around to see her native towns&lt;br /&gt;Where the young American girl used to live&lt;br /&gt;The unpaved roads&lt;br /&gt;The rivers that almost took away her soul&lt;br /&gt;Catherine's adopted brother&lt;br /&gt;What a a jerk&lt;br /&gt;To feed a 13 years old beautiful American girls with hard liquor&lt;br /&gt;Mr. G, a humble artist and architect&lt;br /&gt;All but nothing redeemed&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy store with a silly candies&lt;br /&gt;Which can stain your teeth and soul forever&lt;br /&gt;Today I walked across the universe&lt;br /&gt;Only to find out I have not lived&lt;br /&gt;Life is too short&lt;br /&gt;Within the myth of the creation.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rocky Ridge Rd&lt;br /&gt;St. Johnsbury, VT 05819&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228563147642043281-6274544128263985777?l=dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/feeds/6274544128263985777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2009/02/windy-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/6274544128263985777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/6274544128263985777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2009/02/windy-night.html' title='A windy night'/><author><name>B. John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10915595590146656738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6cnDUbukMw/SXFP7CLt_9I/AAAAAAAAACc/doXOBLBydck/S220/8808.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228563147642043281.post-3680962330515600754</id><published>2009-02-03T19:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T19:39:26.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desperately hanging to tonight</title><content type='html'>Happy 7oth birthday, Reggie&lt;br /&gt;Never thought this day would be here&lt;br /&gt;Once I was a young man&lt;br /&gt;Growing up in the farm&lt;br /&gt;My father bought in Hyde Park&lt;br /&gt;The only place I know best&lt;br /&gt;in the Northeast Kingdom of Vermont&lt;br /&gt;I used to walk mile and mile across the towns&lt;br /&gt;I played baseball like there was no tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;It was a show like a heavy snow day&lt;br /&gt;We worked, worked and worked to stay alive&lt;br /&gt;Life is the day when I got to play&lt;br /&gt;baseball to escape my world&lt;br /&gt;with my girl beside me&lt;br /&gt;I had no more fear or tear&lt;br /&gt;I am 70 years now&lt;br /&gt;The cloudy day&lt;br /&gt;My son is gone&lt;br /&gt;He is not forgotten&lt;br /&gt;My daughter, son-in-law,&lt;br /&gt;granddaughters and wife were with me&lt;br /&gt;along my 2 cats and my daughter's black lab&lt;br /&gt;What else can I ask for&lt;br /&gt;on my 70th birthday&lt;br /&gt;I've lived my life&lt;br /&gt;from Hyde Park and Hyde Park&lt;br /&gt;In the same mountain for this many years&lt;br /&gt;Happy 70th birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Barn&lt;br /&gt;St. Johnsbury, Vermont&lt;br /&gt;USA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228563147642043281-3680962330515600754?l=dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/feeds/3680962330515600754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2009/02/desperately-hanging-to-tonight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/3680962330515600754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/3680962330515600754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2009/02/desperately-hanging-to-tonight.html' title='Desperately hanging to tonight'/><author><name>B. John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10915595590146656738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6cnDUbukMw/SXFP7CLt_9I/AAAAAAAAACc/doXOBLBydck/S220/8808.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228563147642043281.post-146367054696125033</id><published>2009-02-03T19:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T19:24:15.994-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Tuesday</title><content type='html'>I could hardly wait until the end of yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Today is just another Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;Life goes on&lt;br /&gt;The pain comes and goes&lt;br /&gt;The frustration stays&lt;br /&gt;Hard time is over at least for now&lt;br /&gt;The cloudy day and the grayish sky&lt;br /&gt;Fly away on Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;I fell a little better&lt;br /&gt;Today is the day&lt;br /&gt;It is just another Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Barns&lt;br /&gt;St. Johnsbury, VT&lt;br /&gt;USA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228563147642043281-146367054696125033?l=dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/feeds/146367054696125033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2009/02/another-tuesday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/146367054696125033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/146367054696125033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2009/02/another-tuesday.html' title='Another Tuesday'/><author><name>B. John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10915595590146656738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6cnDUbukMw/SXFP7CLt_9I/AAAAAAAAACc/doXOBLBydck/S220/8808.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228563147642043281.post-8055920861044239075</id><published>2009-01-26T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T19:35:40.309-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A river stream by the fire'/><title type='text'>Life goes on</title><content type='html'>In the mid of indecision&lt;br /&gt;I walked through the snow&lt;br /&gt;With my dog Salem-Hieng&lt;br /&gt;No one else except us in the hills&lt;br /&gt;Far away from the world I used to know&lt;br /&gt;Here in the woods where the snow is in charge&lt;br /&gt;I start to wonder of the past&lt;br /&gt;The future....not so much of the present&lt;br /&gt;The snow I felt beneath my feet&lt;br /&gt;Too sweat to recall&lt;br /&gt;A tennis rising star&lt;br /&gt;No more son, father&lt;br /&gt;No more daughter, mother&lt;br /&gt;No more pain, my world&lt;br /&gt;My girls&lt;br /&gt;My wife&lt;br /&gt;My dear...&lt;br /&gt;No more fear...&lt;br /&gt;I leave it all to you, my God&lt;br /&gt;Good night.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228563147642043281-8055920861044239075?l=dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/feeds/8055920861044239075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2009/01/life-goes-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/8055920861044239075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/8055920861044239075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2009/01/life-goes-on.html' title='Life goes on'/><author><name>B. John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10915595590146656738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6cnDUbukMw/SXFP7CLt_9I/AAAAAAAAACc/doXOBLBydck/S220/8808.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228563147642043281.post-1534347466025883669</id><published>2009-01-16T19:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T20:27:43.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The coldest day in Vermont</title><content type='html'>Despite the fact that the temperature was below -30 degree celcius this morning, it was beautiful to wake up. I took my time, taking the plow off from my Ford F-250 Super Duty truck. I didn't realize I had a dorm duty until I got to school.  Still after taking off the plow and starting the truck, I began to rush -- brushing and flossing my teeth, shaving and jumping into a shower, putting anything clothes warm on with a tie and stepping out again into the cold and into the truck in which Maya, my daugther had been waiting. I needed to unlock the door of one of the classrooms I teach for a group of Bible study. I am very proud to be their advisor even though I have not had much opportunity participated much in the study. It was the first meeting of the year and semester. Thus, I made an affort to sit-in in the beginning of the meeting. Ben Price, a mdecial son leaded the study. He opened it by inviting anyone to any discussion. Somehow I ended up asking the group to help me pray for God's strength and blessing. I told them that going through medical school was the hardest task I have done in my life. It was even harder than being starving in Laos. Many times I was holding onto the edge of a cliff with my fingernails. With God's blessing and strength, I managed to keep my promise to become the first Kmhmu-Lao-American to become a medical doctor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228563147642043281-1534347466025883669?l=dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/feeds/1534347466025883669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2009/01/coldest-day-in-vermont.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/1534347466025883669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/1534347466025883669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2009/01/coldest-day-in-vermont.html' title='The coldest day in Vermont'/><author><name>B. John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10915595590146656738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6cnDUbukMw/SXFP7CLt_9I/AAAAAAAAACc/doXOBLBydck/S220/8808.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228563147642043281.post-4233785581623180306</id><published>2009-01-14T16:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T16:55:37.028-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time</title><content type='html'>Time is something we don't really have&lt;br /&gt;It passes us by continously&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228563147642043281-4233785581623180306?l=dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/feeds/4233785581623180306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2009/01/time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/4233785581623180306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/4233785581623180306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2009/01/time.html' title='Time'/><author><name>B. John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10915595590146656738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6cnDUbukMw/SXFP7CLt_9I/AAAAAAAAACc/doXOBLBydck/S220/8808.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228563147642043281.post-2405007640478945205</id><published>2009-01-12T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T19:41:22.047-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Barn</title><content type='html'>The Barn is full of very unique people&lt;br /&gt;We're all family, doctor&lt;br /&gt;You got to love it&lt;br /&gt;Senior, junior, freshman and shopmore&lt;br /&gt;Thought of the Barn&lt;br /&gt;Yuan is very grumpy today&lt;br /&gt;Go to your bed, freshman&lt;br /&gt;He got four more years to go&lt;br /&gt;You better come back next year&lt;br /&gt;You won't find a better school than this&lt;br /&gt;We have students from all over the world here&lt;br /&gt;Spain, Mexico, China, Hongkong, Thailand, Germany,&lt;br /&gt;Vietnam, Korea, Bermuda, Chile, France....Vermont and&lt;br /&gt;all over the United States too.....&lt;br /&gt;Five minutes to lights out!&lt;br /&gt;Good night, guys....&lt;br /&gt;See you tomorrow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228563147642043281-2405007640478945205?l=dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/feeds/2405007640478945205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2009/01/barn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/2405007640478945205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/2405007640478945205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2009/01/barn.html' title='The Barn'/><author><name>B. John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10915595590146656738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6cnDUbukMw/SXFP7CLt_9I/AAAAAAAAACc/doXOBLBydck/S220/8808.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228563147642043281.post-4573630577833391058</id><published>2009-01-12T18:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T19:28:19.629-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A snowy morning in the Northeast Kingdom of Vermont</title><content type='html'>We woke up with one of the most beautiful snowy mornings in the Northeast Kingdom of Vermont. We had not had this type of snow for as long as I can remember. The snow was so soft, light, clean and shinny all over the lawn and driveway. It was a perfect morning to get up and rush outside into the snow with our dog, Salem-Hieng. Hieng means black in Kmhmu, a native language of what used to be known as the Kingdom of Laos, or the Lao Larn Xang (the Lao Million Elephants). He is a good dog and friend. Many times he would be by my side when I am alone in the woods, or alone at night going to our shed to bring loads of firewood inside the house. If not for Salem-Hieng, I would be scare and afraid of the woods and darkness. Growing up in the Kingdom of Laos, now the country is known as the Republic of Lao, we were brought up with all different kind of scary and ghost stories and folktales. We were taught that the spirits of the death such as the ones we know and our ancestors, who used to live in that particular area will never faded away. They will still be there until they are born into another living in this existence.  Despite the fact that I believe in science and have been living in the Western world longer than in Laos or Asia, I can't help myself getting scared in the darks and woods.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6228563147642043281-4573630577833391058?l=dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/feeds/4573630577833391058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2009/01/snowy-morning-in-northeast-kingdom-of.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/4573630577833391058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6228563147642043281/posts/default/4573630577833391058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyinnervoice.blogspot.com/2009/01/snowy-morning-in-northeast-kingdom-of.html' title='A snowy morning in the Northeast Kingdom of Vermont'/><author><name>B. 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