Of course, being a very long flight, Ben had already been born while I was somewhere over the Pacific Ocean. When I got to the states I couldn't get hold of anyone. It took me many more hours to get from California to Florida. By the time that I got there I knew that my new son, Ben, had some serious problems. I was a wreck as I drove from Satellite Beach to Coacoa Beach to the hospital. It was very late at night and I hadn't had much sleep all the way from Korea, plus I hadn't been behind the wheel of a car in about seven months. It was one crazy drive through the rain slickened streets of the Eastern Florida coast.
Ben had some problems, to put it mildly, and was in an incubator in the ICU. My first sight of him was one that I'll never forget. He looked so fragile and delicate. My heart melted. The doctors couldn't give us much encouragement, but Ben fought his way through and has surprised us all ever since.
He is talented, caring, creative, and inteligent. One of the best put together people that I've ever known. I'm very proud of him.
Happy Birthday, Ben.