As the story has it, I woke up and found myself on the very opposite side of the globe – the flipside. I arrived February 16th, 2005 and thought I’d simply do a year, then leave. Years later and I’m still here. I went from being some random foreign girl to taking on labels I never imagined – university professor, film extra, professional boxer, CEO of my own girls-only fitness company, Flipside Fitness, and CEO of my own boxing club, Korea's largest -- Hulk's Club, formerly known as Hulk's Boxing.

After 11.5yrs in Korea, I picked up one day and left. I returned to Toronto, Canada but only to pack up my bags and venture out again. Now I'm living in Makati, Philippines. Life for me is better in Asia and I'm so happy here. This isn't a new chapter in the book of my life though, it's a whole new book I've started!!! I'm a whole new woman. I left Korea with Flipside Fitness on my brain, Hulk's in my heart, boxing in my bag, and my four-legged friend Balboa Button by my side.

Life is an adventure and this is my story of yesterday.

Friday, October 21, 2016

A Weekly Moment in Memory of Him... Friday, October 21

One day can change your life.

I thought about this fact this morning as I rolled out of bed, scooped up Balboa and headed out the door to walk him.  It was exactly 5:25am, the exact time I had stepped out of my apartment last week and noticed a police officer sitting in front of one of my neighbour's door.  Last Thursday had changed his life -- he had ended his life -- and it had a rippling effect on the lives of those around him including me.  I still feel the ripple and, ever since last Friday, I can't help but star at his door as I walk towards the elevator and then glance back at it as I exit the it.  He lived but a 15 second walk from my apartment door.  Someone who was so sad, so desperate for help, in such a bad place emotionally lived so close to me.  I would have reached out to him I had known but how was I to know.  All us neighbors are having mixed reactions to this situation, to him, but I think it's hit me much harder than perhaps it should.  Or maybe we should all be shocked and hit hard because of it.  Maybe that's what will bring about change, maybe that's what it'll take for us to reach out of our comfort zone and extend companionship and love to those around us.  

He lived on my floor and yet none of us here knew he wanted to kill himself.

One day can change everything. 

I officially hate 5:25am on Friday mornings.  It's a hard moment, a sad memory, and a rough reality to wake up to and experience over and over.

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