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Photo Credit: AP Photo My Dad (Daddy-mi) -- the one phrase of ownership as opposed to being owned. Simply mentioned. Sometimes in a trivial way. But not in any less profound. I still would like to live in that space where I believe you're not gone. That you're still here. That I could still call you up. Especially on this day - Father's day - to have our regular Father's day conversation. That I could still call your number when I get not a response from calling Mom's. It's been some days now. Although I feel much better these days, some days I still get those waves of emotions come over me like 'Harmattan' evening dew. Like a cold flush coursing through my veins. I still stare at your phone number when I scroll past, with an almost irresistible urge to dial. I don't know how long the emotional roller-coaster will persist. I am persuaded however, that it would keep getting better. Knowing you were a great man and assured of your being

" I have the data. Even the prospectively collected data, I do have 'em all in my coffer. Now all I need do is to inquire all I can. And sure thing, there would be some answers....But hey, before getting too fixated on that, pause a bit. " These seem like the thought running through my mind as I listened to AQ today. "...let the science drive the data and not the other way around" , I think I heard him say - perhaps unknowingly seeming to sound a caution note. I couldn't agree any less. Being fixated on the data undermines thorough rational consideration of the many tiny bits of evidences (often from prior studies) that aid the construction of a well thought out hypothesis. One to be logically proven or otherwise refuted by an empirical process. An ill-planned data-driven exploration may show what is, but may fail to address what leads to what. It seems for a more complete utility of the "available" and "yet-to-be-derived" data, givin

Getting to know more of the many facets and  characteristic of this. Perhaps getting to appreciate these more than I'd always. Most of the time, the thought of the science had predominated my mind - the exploration, and the discovery process. Inapparent however, is this subtle field - the "business processes" that ensure that the cycle of discovery is perpetuated. Beyond the buying and selling, there is the negotiating, the projecting, and the risk taking aspect of the discovery process. Knowing what would pan out and that which may never is as important amidst competing needs for resources.

Days like these (20180625) reminds me 'why'. Why one came on this path. Days ago a friend's mom got a diagnosis and he was quick to call me up for an explanation. I did a best I could explaining. Being able to explain what it all may mean. And beyond that, outlining necessary steps possibly needed to be taken in the days ahead. Grateful that by talking with, I could be of any help. In some ways, it felt gratifying. Though been able to explain felt so yet there remains the feeling of a lot still to be done. What if he could be assured that with such diagnosis, that it would be alright; that it would definitely be fine in spite of when treatment is sought; that with an unwavering believe that this too would pass. Yes, by faith we belief (Lord, we believe; help our unbelief...!). 23 Jesus said to him, “If you can believe,      all things are possible to him who believes.” 24 Immediately the father of the child cried out and      said with tears, “Lord, I believe; help m

For so long I have heard and prayed this verse. However, in the past couple of days, it has taken on a new meaning. The essence of these words seem to appear in a slightly different but deeper light. Unbeknownst, some variants of these powerful and heartfelt words have been presented to make clearer what it truly means or what Christ was saying [ link ]. Few days ago, I had thought of things I couldn't do and why I wouldn't want to. I thought how forgiving myself for doing such may be a difficult thing. Almost at that same moment, the thought of being compelled, tempted and persuaded to accept these eerily crept over me. It was a humbling one. Then, I better understood what it means being shielded, protected or guided. Being shielded and covered under Christ's saving grace from the path of iniquity. Knowing our frame and the propensity of our canal minds, Jesus taught us to pray these words. For all we can be or we are, is by His grace. Dear Lord, ... lead me not into t

It takes not a college degree to acknowledge that ideas are great. Quite often, what is overlooked is the implementation of a noble idea -  the nitty-gritty of what it takes to make such novelty a reality. The process of bringing into being is tedious. Though exciting, it is sometimes boring. Sort of an oxymoron in description - excitingly boring or boring excitement  (haha 😇) if there is any such expression. I have always known 4D(s). I mean, I came to know or was taught of 4D(s). Determination, Dedication, Deligence, and Discipline. Thinking back, these were handy getting through medical school. As memories rush back, I remember that higher-class young man standing in front of my sophomore-year class, admonishing us on what it takes to make it through medical school. I think those words did reinforce my subconscious realizations. Or perhaps those lessons taught me the deal. I have come to hear of other Ds. Including Desire, and the Drive. However, the role and essence of Patience,