One of my friends Dr. Su mailed Minchung's memorial book to me.  After I read the book, I decide to write this blog to cherish his life.

Minchung was my High School classmate in the first year.  I seated at the middle of second row of the class, and he was number one at the right side of the first row.  I think he knew me because my class teacher praised one of my essay in the class.  So he invited me to climb the mountain in the summer vacation. The book has the picture of the event (page 37).  I seated right besides Dr. Su.

When preparing the college entrance exam, he invited me to study in the school at night.  He lived in the city and I lived in the urban area. After 9:30 PM we went back to our homes.  I needed to ride the bike about an hour  from school to my home in the dark .

Most of the memorial articles from his friends are correct, he is very friendly and warm to his friends.

We got into the same college but different department.  I was crazy about basketball and he was not.  So we did not connect much until oneday he complained to me that I no longer played with him and my high schoolmate anymore.   So I came back to play with them.  I also joined his soccer team and we had a extreme good time to beat the overseas students' team.  He was one of the best soccer players in the team.

Then we went to join the army in separate way.  I came to US in 1977 and he still worked in Taiwan. In the early of 90s, before he went back to Taiwan, he called me to discuss some business in US. He also scolded at me about my PTSD.  In the end of 90s I went back to Taiwan and visited him.  When we had a nice private talk I found he was more mature and more humanistic.  Maybe he knew what suffering I had been through.

I got his pass away news from one of my friends here in 2004.  I was in a shock and disbelieved.  I called Dr Du in Taiwan to get more details about his death. Then I knew he died by the heart failure.

Through his life I considered him as my close friend.  He told me he was pushed to get an advanced degree here just like I was pushed to study in US by my wife.  I got the PTSD after I came here.  I also wonder if he did not come here to get an advanced degree, he would probably be still alive.

We can not set the time back, but I always cherish the memory of him when we were together.