In early 2020, we plan to release our book, Threads of Resilience: How to Thrive in a Turbulent World. It will come not a moment too soon. This week alone, there has been another mass shooting in Texas, a threatening hurricane in Florida, and escalating tensions in our beloved Hong Kong. We feel a rising need for the many hopeful messages in our book.
The following is one such message–a short excerpt from the book:
. . Jeremy and his dad spent the evening discussing what they soon realized was a foundational concept in dealing with any challenge in life. They discussed an important characteristic of happiness: it comes and goes. In fact, it comes and goes pretty easily. Joy, on the other hand, goes deeper. Joy is slower moving. Joy is always from within, while happiness can so easily depend on things outside of us. People often say, “I’m happy about” something. They don’t say they are “joyful about” something. People might say, “I’m happy about the weather” or “I’m happy about the promotion I got at work.” But they never say they’re joyful about those things.
There is a very subtle, implied insertion of the word, “about,” nearly every time someone expresses their happiness, thus happiness is more fleeting and dependent on external factors. If the situation after the word “about” is negative, then typically the happiness is not even expressed. But joy is different. Where happiness is about the small moments in time, joy is more focused on the big picture. It’s very possible to live a joyful life even when there are unhappy incidences.
Chuck said to his son, “The longer I live, the more I’m able to look back and see the bigger picture unfold. Looking back on a span of several years will give you a different perspective.” Jeremy realized that looking back on his own life, there were certainly unhappy incidences, but through it all, even he could recognize threads of resilience which brought joy. Happiness comes and goes but the lack of it never has to interrupt one’s joy.
In the middle of deep, emotional, even devastating times, continuous threads of resilience not only allow us to survive the difficult times, but to thrive in true abundance. These threads of resilience can literally pull us through momentary trials or even years of unhappy circumstances.
To top off our 17-day trip, we landed in Bangkok for a few days before coming back to Beijing. We stayed at Legacy Suites Hotel in the financial district of Bangkok at the recommendation of some friends who had stayed one night there. It was a beautiful, spacious hotel, but we discovered it was in the middle of a “red light district.” We did go away from the area for some fun experiences. We went to a cultural show one evening that was astounding in the way it was performed. Unfortunately, no photographs were allowed. We also toured the river and canals via long-boat.
Prior to our cruising adventure, we spent a few days in Singapore. What a delightful place! We lucked out in our choice of hotels when we stayed at the Nostalgia Hotel, which was located on the edge of a residential area. Consequently, we had quick access to a community eatery that served delicious local cuisine. And the best part–it was only a few dollars per meal. Needless to say, we wandered over to the eatery several times per day.
Singapore has a very diverse population, very livable weather year-round, and very few natural disasters. I particularly enjoyed the fact that the local citizens we came across (at least in the area of our hotel) spoke a mixture of English, Cantonese, and Mandarin . . which happens to coincide exactly with my own current linguistic state. It felt like heaven.
The following are excerpts from an email we sent to fellow China teachers, Brigg and Janet Steele. They are considering a sailing cruise and wanted to know what we thought. Check out the pics below too.
Hi Brigg and Janet,
As promised, I’m going to give a little de-brief of our cruise.
I’m doing this also for my own benefit to gather my thoughts about the
The first day, our cruise officer told us to take everything
we know about cruising and throw it out the window. He said, “think of this as
a sailing adventure, not a cruise.” And he was correct. There were no casinos,
professional entertainers, on-board high-end shops, etc. We’ve been on cruises
that felt like we were simply riding in a floating shopping mall. This was
The Ship: Our ship was the Star Clipper, built in 1992. It was approx.. 366 feet long, weighing almost 2,300 tons. It is a four-masted, six-sailed ship. The passenger list was only 152 people, with 78 crew members. On board was a good-sized dining hall, small shop for incidentals, library, tropical bar, piano bar, three small “cooling off” pools, and plenty of deck space. The cabins were similar to what we’ve experienced on other cruise ships—smallish yet comfortable and well-maintained. Our cabin’s port-hole was at water level, which was a bit freaky at first, but we discovered we loved being so close to the water. In fact, the whole experience was one in which you feel closer to the ocean than you would on a large cruise ship. We fell in love with that. Yes, with a smaller vessel you feel the constant rocking of the waves, but we didn’t have any trouble. We did notice other passengers with motion sickness patches behind their ears. To us, the constant motion felt more like a soothing, “rock you to sleep” experience. We had some great food in the dining hall, and it was nutritious and healthy besides. We didn’t feel “yucky” at all after 7 days. It was wonderful. One very telling thing: of the 152 passengers, 54 were repeat customers!
The Crew: The relationship with captain and crew was
significantly different as a passenger on the Star Clipper vs. large cruise
ships. We were encouraged to come to the bridge any time and see how to
navigate, help crew members hoist sails, and ask questions of the officers. One
officer did a daily briefing with very interesting stories about sailing and
information about the area we were sailing. We felt we were participating in an
ancient form of transportation, and gained an appreciation for their skill.
The Voyage: Our 7 nights included just one full day
at sea. The other days involved time on various small islands, most often
un-inhabited islands. We started at Benoa Port in Bali, sailed east around the
big islands of Lombok, Sumbawa in the archipelago and included Komodo Island as
our most easterly island. Most of the excursions on this easterly route were
simply hiking, sightseeing, snorkeling, diving, kayaking, small sail-boating,
etc. as the ship would pull up near a small island and we would be tendered out
to the beach, requiring a “wet landing” from off the tender. We saw some of the
most beautiful sites and had a wonderful time on our excursions. We were able
to see Komodo Dragons while being protected by armed rangers (they are deadly).
We parked in the waters a mile from a belching volcano and witnessed the most
active volcanic zone in the world. When the cruise goes West, the excursions
are more the type you see from other cruise ships, where you pay local
companies for tours. But on the route we took, it was less about the paid
excursions and more about simply enjoying yourself on the islands on your own.
The ship provided all the equipment for some fun activities.
The Experience: Our eyes were certainly opened to
this kind of cruising, and we feel like most the other passengers onboard—we
want to do it again. In fact, we’re going to keep our eyes open for this same
ship or same cruise line sailing around the islands of Thailand. A ship this
size meant much less dealing with large numbers of fellow passengers and other
cruise ship passengers. We saw sights that would have been impossible to see
from a large cruise ship. The ship was small enough to provide these
opportunities while large enough to make the experience fun while onboard as
well. This kind of cruising is more about experiencing the sea and less about
having all of life’s distractions at your finger-tips. We highly recommend it!
The hotel description said, “3 minute walk to the Monkey Forest.” We thought it would be a great chance to see wildlife in Bali while we stayed a few days prior to our cruise. Little did we know just how up-close and personal our experiences with monkeys would be.
We might have gotten a clue when our hostess, showing us the villa accommodations, pointed out the sling-shot provided to each room. These were for our convenience to chase any monkeys away from our villa. It soon became obvious that monkeys do not read signs to know where the monkey habitat begins and ends.
At one point, we were visiting a Hindu temple and saw a monkey walking around with a very expensive pair of sunglasses. This put us all on edge as we quickly removed our glasses and put them away. However, Rob later decided he wanted to see something and put on his glasses. Very quickly, a monkey jumped up on his shoulder and grabbed the glasses off of his face. He managed to grab them, however, leaving the monkey with just the rubber covering that protected Rob’s ear from the wire piece. The monkey sat there chewing on this rubber piece. Rob was glad he still had his glasses for the remainder of the trip.
One day we walked about 15 minutes around the fenced perimeter of the monkey forest to a grocery store. Seeing a rotisserie chicken for sale at the store, we decided to buy it and bring it back to our room. What were we thinking? A local, sitting on the sidewalk, looked at us and said, “That will not work.” He was absolutely correct. There was no way we were going to get that chicken past the monkeys to our room, so we bundled it up in a canvas backpack and hoped the monkeys couldn’t smell it. As we entered the monkey area, two monkeys were on a tree limb directly above us, watching us carefully. Somehow we got it past them and all the way to our room.
Prior to our 7-day sailing cruise, we decided to spend three
days in Bali itself. We are so glad we did. Not only did we see some amazing
sights, we also learned something about the strength of family and faith. It
was a lesson we’ll never forget.
While Indonesia as a whole is largely Muslim, the people of Bali are largely Hindu (83%). We arrived at Bali’s Denpasar airport late at night and saw no hint of the magic that awaited us. Our driver drove through non-descript streets for over an hour before arriving at a narrow, unlit alleyway in what seemed to be the middle of nowhere. We exchanged some worried glances at each other, wondering what we had gotten ourselves into. After all, we had not relied on any recommendations to choose our hotel . . only those on Hotels.com.
We needn’t have worried. No, we were not at a major hotel,
but we did manage to snag the coziest slice of paradise on Bali. The 11-room Bali
Bohemian turned out to be a destination unto itself. The friendly night hostess
greeted us with smiles, a cool mint drink, and no urgency to run our credit
card or even discuss money. “Let’s just worry about that tomorrow when you’re
rested,” she said. Who DOES that? We were very impressed.
She walked us around a beautifully lit pool into our villa,
an eclectic and authentic Bali experience. As she showed us around, one of the
most notable items in our room was a sling-shot. She explained that it was
because of the monkeys. If we should ever need the sling-shot, we could simply
point it at a monkey and pretend it was loaded. The monkey would scamper off. I
smiled, thinking this was a quaint “gimmick” to impress visiting tourists.
The next day, we learned how practical those sling-shots
were. The online listing for the villa mentioned a nearby “Monkey Forest” that
was within walking distance. In reality, the monkey forest was literally adjacent
to our villa and we also learned that monkeys do not care about signs or
fences. They were an amusing and sometimes exciting punctuation to our trip.
Our time in Bali was dreamy, to say the least. We thoroughly
enjoyed visiting various temples, waterfalls, woodcrafting shops, painting
shops, jewelry shops, coffee plantations, and much more. Everywhere we went in residential
areas, we noticed very ornate architecture and decorative elements. One day,
our driver/guide was driving in an area and said, “I live right over there.” We
were impressed with this driver and his gentle spirit. He then asked if we
would like to come see his home. We jumped at the chance.
Every home in Bali consists of a walled compound in which ornate
pavilions are carefully placed. The way these structures are laid out is
determined by culture and religious conviction. Each home has a pavilion for
the grandparents, a sleeping pavilion, a kitchen pavilion and some kind of
ceremonial hall. In addition, each home has its own temple. These properties are
not simple; they’re extravagant and well-maintained.
Multiple generations occupy the same property and the strength that comes from participating in daily religious rituals and having strong family support is obvious in Balinese society. Balinese people who are blessed to enjoy these strengths are largely protected from the difficulties we’ve seen in other Asian and western countries. We felt humbled and blessed to have witnessed this strength in action. The abundance felt by all family members seemed much higher than one would expect in a country with meager incomes.
The experience reminded us how faith and family can work together to bring greater abundance and prosperity.
We passed through the world’s most active volcano zone and were not disappointed. The ship parked about a mile away from an active, belching volcano. We saw several smoke eruptions before we set sail again. See the ship’s captain (below) checking out the progress of an eruption.
Our 7-day Indonesian sailing adventure and additional 10 days visiting southeast Asian countries produced some life lessons about human nature and the difficulties we all face in simply trying to remain safe amid serious threats.
Our clipper ship sailed to within a mile of Komodo Island in
Indonesia before anchoring. Briefings by the ship’s officer the night before
warned us of the dangers of Komodo Dragons.
“You can’t out-run them; they can chase down a deer. And
guess what? You can’t out-climb them because they are excellent climbers. If
you think you can head to water and outswim them, think again. They are
After a nightmare-ish discussion about how they kill using
anti-coagulating venom and super-deadly flesh-eating bacteria, we were, to say
the least, a bit anxious about our excursion onto Komodo Island, home to
approximately 3,000 deadly dinosaur-era leftovers. These 10-foot long creatures
are called “perfect killing machines” by some. According to our cruise
director, if you are bitten and can get medical help within two hours you have
“a chance” at survival.
“The problem,” he explained in his thick German accent, is
that “getting medical attention ees difficult because ze island ees wery
Our plan was to get onto the island early in the day because
the dragons are more active in the cool of the morning. We also learned it was
mating season and dragons would be busy and unlikely to be as visible to us
along the pathways through the forest. We would be traveling in groups of 10-12,
guarded by “armed” park rangers and we were warned to stay close to them (I
didn’t think that would be a problem for any of us. I was wrong).
Landing on Komodo Island was a “dry landing” as compared to
the “wet landings” we had experienced. There was a well-built dock, welcoming
visitors to Komodo National Park. We were anxious and nervous to begin our trek
through the flora and fauna of the park, home to numerous birds, snakes, wild
boar, fruit bats, deer, and of course—dragons!
Our “armed guards” consisted of three young men holding long
forked sticks. They again briefed us in broken English about what to expect and
how to stay safe by staying behind the guide. The quote of the day came after
one woman in our group asked, “Could dragons sneak up from behind our group and
The guide’s answer: “Yes, of course. That’s why it’s
important to stay behind your guide.”
The implications of that uncorrected answer echoed in our
skulls as we moved forward along the narrow dirt path. But thankfully, one of
the guards (or guides) positioned himself behind our group, one in the middle
and one in front. As long as we stayed with the group and with these local
experts who knew the disposition of the dragons and how to deal with them, we
would be safe.
Our 90-minute walk began quietly, as we were urged to keep
our voices low. Occasionally, the lead guide would stop and point out a tree or
animal. We soon saw a wild boar, dangerous in its own right, rummaging in the
trees to our right. It seemed uninterested in us. There were occasional deer
sightings, but no dragons. Eventually, however, our lead guide whispered quietly,
“dragon!” and we all scampered ahead to join him, both to see what he was
looking at and to take advantage of his superior dragon-fighting skills.
Coming straight towards us was a 6-foot female in search of
water, and we were standing next to a watering hole. The creature seemed
deceptively slow and plodding, it’s long forked tongue periodically “sniffing”
the air for our scent. It seemed oblivious to the gawking tourists respectfully
clearing the path ahead of it. Its manner of movement seemed odd: right front
paw and left rear paw moving first in unison, then left front paw and right
front paw moving together to catch up. This gave it a strange waddling gait
that seemed alien. Clearly, it was not searching for prey, but only for water,
so we did not see it shift into running, hunting mode, which would have been a
Having sighted our first dragon, we were all more at ease.
After all, these animals didn’t always have food on their minds. In fact, they
seemed pretty harmless. In fact, after our group stopped a short distance away
to look at a poisonous snake, one young mother and her two small children
continued walking the path ahead, in front of the lead guide.
After snapping pictures of the snake, we were shocked to
look up and see this mother continuing ahead with her children. We yelled to
her and fortunately the mother realized what she had done and returned to the
group. She and her youngsters were fortunate. With thousands of unseen dragons
in the area, however, we couldn’t understand what had happened in her mind to
think it was safe to proceed without a guide. It could have been a deadly
The next dragon was much larger, but nearly motionless. This
10-foot male was basking in the sun and made very little movement to show it
was aware of us. The rising heat probably had an impact on the dragon’s
As we concluded our trek, unharmed, we couldn’t help but recall
the young mother and her children. How often do we ignorantly wade through
dangers, naively thinking, “I’ve made it this far; certainly nothing bad could
happen”? With some dangers there are no second chances. As parents living in
the modern world, we are aware of this when it comes to playing on busy
streets. When it comes to other, less obvious or foreign dangers, however, we
can be just as naïve as our children.
It was a lesson in humility. We need to admit that we don’t
know much about most of the world. There are those, however, who have
specialized knowledge and expertise . . particularly those who have lived and
survived dangers we can’t imagine. Each of us has a piece of the puzzle and we
need to share our piece to help others navigate the world more safely.
As we get ready to launch our new book about
surviving and thriving in turbulent times, we recognize the fact that others
are much more knowledgeable than we are, but we have had a unique set of
experiences we hope to share with the world.