Dad told me this story once...

For as long as I can remember, my parents have always showered me with stories of the past, their experiences. Most of it was related to being responsible with my money, the importance of following Christ, or some combination thereof.

It never really occurred to me that I should be writing down these stories until after Danielle said, "Hey, you should be writing down these stories." She, of course, was right. My parents were the ones who came over from China, escaping Communist rule in 1959. The story of their departure is an incredible one, all by itself.*

* - Hey, I should write that story down sometime.

Last year, during one of my father's hospital stays, I actually sat down with my laptop and sat next to his bed and actually wrote down a bunch of the history. One of these days, I'll actually get around to refining it and creating a whole story.

Just before Christmas, however, Dad was talking to me about some stuff when I realized, "Wait, I really ought to chronicle some of these stories. And hey, I have a dormant blog that's just begging for new content." A new feature was born.

This isn't meant to be funny, like that stupid "S--- My Dad Says" Twitter account. I write these down because this is the story of my parents, and if I don't document it somehow, it will disappear when they pass. There is no family history, I can't go to some ancestry Web site and look up my family's past.*

*-Can you imagine what a colossal failure one of those sites would be in China? "OK, your family's surname is Lee. You have 135 million matches."

But by saving some of these stories, hopefully my parents' legacy will survive long after they depart to heaven. And maybe it will mean something more to me too...

Anyhow, this is just the introduction. I'll start on the actual stories soon. And the rest of them won't be nearly as long as the introduction was. You're welcome.