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SHARE A GREAT STORY  OF JHAYSONN TIME WITH YOUR FRIEND MEANS A LOT TO US If you happen to have something about him you would like to share, please allow us to encourage you to do so whenever it may strike you.  We are working on a book about him and hope to add some of the stories we accumulate.  We would like to keep his memory alive and include his friends in doing so.  Please share as much as you can about your friend, a moment that touched you in some way, a special day you shared. Thank you! The Pathak family Guestbook Page Guestbook Page “Sweet is the memory of distant friends!Like the mellow rays of the departing sun,it falls tenderly, yet sadly,on the heart.”– Washington Irving

Jhaysonn’s Journals

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The peak of the mountain was a copse of large boulders that were easy enough to climb on. Atop the tallest boulder was a headstone looking piece of marble with (calligraphy) etched vertically in it, marking the closest point to the heavens above. I got there at the same time a large family arrived coming from the opposite direction. I soon started talking with an older woman that had very good English who was telling me her son, seated not three feet off, went to an American University. We started talking about our pasts and had a good conversation, pausing to take pictures with the family about Korea, business, and life. They left, heading back down to the town below and I stayed wanting both to begin a sketch of what I saw and take a nap atop that boulder. Needless to say after last night’s lack of sleep the idea of sleep won over and just before consciousness left me I had the wonderful sensation that the boulder beneath me was but a cloud, carrying me on the winds around the world.

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Jhaysonn’s Last Great Journey Was His Time In South Korea I'm sitting on the highest point of the tallest mountain in sight, at the edge of the South Sea in Korea. The water in the sea is the same color as the clear sky above me and the sun seems to be reflecting off of them both, setting the landscape on fire. Old Man Winter has set up camp inside my bones, but that's okay. Some things need to be seen, need to be experienced. And besides, it's not as cold as it was two days ago. Two days ago was really cold. It was five o'clock in the morning, and I had stayed up the whole night in anticipation. I began walking to my friend Song Young-jin's house while it was still dark outside, which only added to the feeling I have that my neighborhood was designed by a comic book artist. Song Young-jin lives in a home older than the United States of America situated in the middle of a park surrounded by apartments as tall as skyscrapers. He traces his family lineage back not to grand-fathers and great grand-fathers, but 16 generations back, to Song Shi-Yeol. A famous advisor to a famous King. Why get up at five in the morning on New Years? Who is even conscious at five o'clock on New Years? Apparently a couple thousand South Koreans are and they all flock to whatever mountain is closest to celebrate and say, "Hello!" to the first sunrise of the year. After all, if you don't make him welcome he might not want to come back. The night started off unpleasantly cold and just got colder. Oh, when you hike up a mountain at about a 50° incline you start to sweat and begin to feel quite nice. But as soon as you stop the sweat freezes to your skin and you just want to cry at the irony. And ironic it was, because the weather just kept getting colder, and colder and me, Song Young-jin and about 300 other Koreans atop a 1500 year old mountain fortress were reminded just how much we love the warmth of the sun. So an hour after the suns first rays began to burn off the morning fog around the mountains, hundreds of voices bellowed out a roar of excitement at first sight of that shining ball of fire in the sky. Song Young-jin told me, "Koreans call this a difficult experience. Beautiful". I couldn't agree more. There are a lot of things that I learned at Stetson. I added a bit more to that in Gainesville before coming back to Deland and learning how to make sushi at Oudum's Thai. I learned a lot about school and academic pursuit. Even more about friendship and falling in love. But in Korea, I'm learning a lot about who I am as a person. Sometimes it can be quite difficult. But most of the time it's just beautiful.

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Jhaysonn’s Journals

Excerpt 2

The peak of the mountain was a copse of large boulders that were easy enough to climb on. Atop the tallest boulder was a headstone looking piece of marble with (calligraphy) etched vertically in it, marking the closest point to the heavens above. I got there at the same time a large family arrived coming from the opposite direction. I soon started talking with an older woman that had very good English who was telling me her son, seated not three feet off, went to an American University. We started talking about our pasts and had a good conversation, pausing to take pictures with the family about Korea, business, and life. They left, heading back down to the town below and I stayed wanting both to begin a sketch of what I saw and take a nap atop that boulder. Needless to say after last night’s lack of sleep the idea of sleep won over and just before consciousness left me I had the wonderful sensation that the boulder beneath me was but a cloud, carrying me on the winds around the world.
SHARE A GREAT STORYOF JHAYSONN TIME WITH YOUR FRIENDMEANS A LOT TO US If you happen to have something about him you would like to share, please allow us to encourage you to do so whenever it may strike you.  We are working on a book about him and hope to add some of the stories we accumulate.  We would like to keep his memory alive and include his friends in doing so.  Please share as much as you can about your friend, a moment that touched you in some way, a special day you shared. Thank you! The Pathak family
From our family to yours. We deeply thank you for all of your love and kindness we wish everyone the best life has to offer KEEP THE FAITH AND LET THE GOD OF YOUR HEART BE YOUR GUIDE
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