This entry is reproduced from my 2013 Facebook post. 

Our third visit to the U.S. stands out as one of the most memorable, despite my health condition at the time. With not just one or two but an entire family looking out for me, I felt afloat in a sea of love and care. 

From the moment we landed and throughout our six-month stay, both of my sons—who live in Seattle—made sure to take me out as often as possible. After nearly a year of self-imposed house arrest, stepping out felt like heaven. I had almost forgotten the joy of sunlight, fresh air, nature, and the bustle of people and transport. 

The excellent facilities around us made things easy. My wife took me on walks, and for the first time in a long while, I didn’t need to hold onto her shoulder. I simply walked behind her, free and unburdened. 

That trip also included some unforgettable adventures—visits to Olympic National Park, Franklin Falls, and a five-day road trip through the breathtaking Banff-Jasper National Park in Canada. Every trip involved hikes, some of which seemed treacherous to me. Yet, thanks to the meticulous care of my two sons, daughters-in-law, wife, and even my elder grandson—who was just eight at the time—I managed to do them all. 

They guided me step by step, telling me exactly where to place my foot, how far, how deep, and what lay ahead. Imagine the effort—hiking, talking, and instructing while holding on to me—all for my sake. How I managed all those hikes still amazes me. I never fell, or rather, they never allowed me to fall. 

One moment stands out vividly. We spotted a bear about 100 feet up a hillside, eating berries. My entire family was thrilled, as were other tourists. But I couldn’t see it. With my blurred, tunnel vision, I needed to hit the exact spot to see anything. Even with binoculars and patient guidance, I failed repeatedly. 

But my family didn’t give up. One by one, they kept trying, until finally, after more than an hour, I spotted the bear. The elation we all felt was indescribable, and even now, the memory brings tears to my eyes. 

What more proof do I need of the heavenly love a family brings? 

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