 Hello, good afternoon. My name is Kamin Lin. Today I would like to share with you some of my thoughts about my own identity. I'm a retired psychiatrist, but at the age of 72, I still don't quite know who I am or what life is all about. For sure these questions went back as far as I can remember, but they took a whole different meaning in the year 1974 when I was 28. That year I moved from Taiwan to Seattle. Why Seattle? Well, my wife and I looked at the map and there was this city that's surrounded by all these snow-capped mountains, pristine lakes, and the ocean. So I asked myself what could go wrong with such a place. Little did I know what I was getting into. We arrived in late June and the city was indeed even more amazing than we imagined, but in three days the city disappeared on me. As I started working in a locked psychiatric unit surrounded by confused and confused in patients who were distraught, downtrodden, angry, and sometimes even violent. That was when I realized too late that I didn't really know English. Often I was not quite sure what people were talking about and I had this sinking feeling that they did not know what I was saying either. It was a miracle. I didn't manage to cure any of my patients as far as I know. There are many other challenges, but here I just use driving as another example. While in Taiwan I didn't know how to drive, I didn't own a car, I didn't know for freeways which didn't exist at the time there. Two weeks after arriving in Seattle I became a proud owner of a tiny car called Gremlin. That's true. Bravely, Gremlin took me to the streets. Then we got more daring and started taking on the freeways. We were doing great except when we made wrong turns, which was all the time. Then we would end up in all sorts of new neighborhoods, sometimes interesting, sometimes scary. Forty years, forty some years down onward there are still surprises and we are still adjusting. But I finally came to the conclusion that no matter how hard you try, once you cross oceans and continents, you'll never be truly at home again and in some ways you'll always remain an outsider. But if the saying that that which doesn't kill you makes you strong has some truth to it, then as long as I'm still alive I must be alright and I must also be moving ever closer to knowing who I am and what life really is all about, right? Thank you for listening.