I never stopped believing in us, and I never felt like I was wanting for anything, except for my father, and that was not going to be.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
When I was a kid, my father didn't really have much hope for me. He thought I was a dreamer; he didn't think I would amount to anything. My mother also.
While I gave up God a long time ago, I never shook the habit of wanting to believe in something. So I replaced my creed of everlasting life with life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.
Somewhere, sometime I'd stopped expecting my father to father.
I went through my whole life wanting to feel I belonged. I was very, very lonely, so I would marry people that I wasn't really in love with, and who weren't right for me, because I hoped they would be.
I made a decision when my father passed away that I was going to be who God made me to be and not try to preach like my father.
I always believed in God and Christ, but I was in rebellion - trying to make my relationship with God fit into my life instead of making my life fit in with him. I was stubborn.
My relationship with my belief has never been easy.
I don't know what I believe in. I try not to think about it. I don't want to think about it.
I believed that I was being forced to sacrifice my family and my career in defense of the Communist Party, from which I had long been separated and which I had grown to dislike and distrust.
My dad, he believed in me. My first year was hard for me. I came to the States with myself, and no one came with me.