Midnight finds me browsing through one of many childhood and teenage abuse websites and forums where my friend’s son journals and sometimes posts his writing for members’ viewing. Below is an essay that he wrote for Mother’s Day.
Much thanks to C.J. for the essay's link and access.
Why I love my mother
Because she is strong and brave yet polite and gracious. Because she is honest and decent, and expects others to be the same—one of the character traits that gets her into trouble. Because she always follow through with what she says to me. Because she is beautiful—on the inside and outside. Because she makes me laugh when I am pushing to stay mad and angry. Because she always believes in me—the me that wants to be better than the me who just misbehaved and took a shortcut when I should have not.
My mother frequently comes up behind me and puts her arms around me. “You know,” she says every morning as I get ready to brush my teeth and wash my face, “I love you and I always will no matter what you do. You do know that I love and respect you, and that I am here to help you to succeed, right? Now hurry up and go get your breakfast and vitamins.”
My mother has been doing that since I was little; I am almost 17 now yet I still crave those words made meaningful by the intimate act of her hugging me.
Most of my friends say they “know” their parents love them but they do not always feel it. They have to read between the lines. I am lucky in that way: my mother not only tells me she loves me every day, but she demonstrates that love by working hard and is devoted to me in countless ways that matter to me.
[He goes on to describe at length some of the simple yet significant ways his mother shows him she loves him, but from respect for their privacy, I am leaving this portion off.]
There are days when I find myself depressed—days when I am forced to face the person whose DNA I inherited. Days where I am haunted by this other person’s vicious words and violent acts. Days where I am forced to disabuse others of his carefully crafted scenes of authentic caring in order to expose his manipulative behavior and constant dramatics. On these morosely stressful days, just having my mother in my life and being around her makes life worth living.
Her presence enlivens and rejuvenates me.
There is another essay he wrote, too, about The Jerk whose DNA he shares, and I will post that here after my friend’s hearing on a motion for enforcement, scheduled for Thursday, July 2.
Stay tune, and until next post,
We dream | We believe | And we will succeed
About this blog
Excepting this introduction and what are—and will be—posted after March 2015, this blog mirrored a now out-of-commission blog, http://ya-chang-lin.blogspot.com, which was taken down on October 21, 2013 by its author Phandeluys Truong.
The author's original contents and supporting documents were captured by multiple means from the above-mentioned blog while it was alive and active. There may have been a glitch here and there that prevented me from downloading the complete blog as it had existed. Thus, readers familiar with the original blog may find a few missing posts and/or comments. Those postings that I was able to grab and preserve in their entirety are reposted here under my name, however, all rights remain that of the original author.
This series of posts documents the fraudulent, sometimes criminal, and frequent unethical/immoral activities of Ya-Chang Robert Lin, a Taiwanese native of mainland Chinese parentage, who defrauded a naturalized US citizen, Phandeluys Truong, into a marriage that had been his shield against USCIS for his intentional violations of immigration law:
as a nonimmigrant F-1 student, he had willfully operated an international students recruiting business without prior work authorization from the then United States Immigration and Naturalization Service;
as President of said business, he had knowingly helped both mainland Chinese and Taiwanese students to evade military drafts in their countries by facilitating their applications to study in the US and abroad;
as President of said business, he had knowingly helped both mainland Chinese and Taiwanese students looking to enter the United States with the intention of gaining permanent US resident status under the pretense of studying;
as President of said business, he had purposely evaded paying taxes on the commissions received from it and failed to report the earned income to the IRS by having the payments wired back to Taiwan to his mother Chang Hsueh;
he had applied for reinstatement of his F-1 or student status and a change of status, while knowingly withheld the preceding facts on his own applications for permanent resident and citizenship in the United States.
And those are just the tip of the iceberg. Ya-Chang Robert Lin had been employed at AAFES or The Exchange headquarter in Dallas, Texas as an information technology auditor, where he managed to steal—by downloading to CDs that he kept in his personal possession while abiding for time and opportunities to "do business" in Taiwan and/or China—thousands of his colleagues’ Social Security numbers and personnel files while working on one of its HR projects. The HR data on one of these projects became the basis for an academic paper, speaking proposal for ISACA, and a consulting business he was "collaborating with " [more like conning other people into developing and fronting for him].
Ya-Chang Robert Lin is a reprobate with a seared conscience. Lacking normal capacity for empathy, remorse, and reciprocation of good will, he is addicted to lying, cheating, and stealing for the pure pleasures derived from being able to get away with it. Because he is such a good liar—so charming and well versed in manipulation techniques and acting skills—it is hard to distinguish him from reprobates.
Ya-Chang Robert Lin was able to dupe some of the smart people in federal government, higher education, and information technology auditing and security. Among his legacy: A son who refused any connection with him and wished that he were dead.
Much thanks to C.J. for the essay's link and access.
Why I love my mother
Because she is strong and brave yet polite and gracious. Because she is honest and decent, and expects others to be the same—one of the character traits that gets her into trouble. Because she always follow through with what she says to me. Because she is beautiful—on the inside and outside. Because she makes me laugh when I am pushing to stay mad and angry. Because she always believes in me—the me that wants to be better than the me who just misbehaved and took a shortcut when I should have not.
My mother frequently comes up behind me and puts her arms around me. “You know,” she says every morning as I get ready to brush my teeth and wash my face, “I love you and I always will no matter what you do. You do know that I love and respect you, and that I am here to help you to succeed, right? Now hurry up and go get your breakfast and vitamins.”
My mother has been doing that since I was little; I am almost 17 now yet I still crave those words made meaningful by the intimate act of her hugging me.
Most of my friends say they “know” their parents love them but they do not always feel it. They have to read between the lines. I am lucky in that way: my mother not only tells me she loves me every day, but she demonstrates that love by working hard and is devoted to me in countless ways that matter to me.
[He goes on to describe at length some of the simple yet significant ways his mother shows him she loves him, but from respect for their privacy, I am leaving this portion off.]
There are days when I find myself depressed—days when I am forced to face the person whose DNA I inherited. Days where I am haunted by this other person’s vicious words and violent acts. Days where I am forced to disabuse others of his carefully crafted scenes of authentic caring in order to expose his manipulative behavior and constant dramatics. On these morosely stressful days, just having my mother in my life and being around her makes life worth living.
Her presence enlivens and rejuvenates me.
There is another essay he wrote, too, about The Jerk whose DNA he shares, and I will post that here after my friend’s hearing on a motion for enforcement, scheduled for Thursday, July 2.
Stay tune, and until next post,
We dream | We believe | And we will succeed
About this blog
Excepting this introduction and what are—and will be—posted after March 2015, this blog mirrored a now out-of-commission blog, http://ya-chang-lin.blogspot.com, which was taken down on October 21, 2013 by its author Phandeluys Truong.
The author's original contents and supporting documents were captured by multiple means from the above-mentioned blog while it was alive and active. There may have been a glitch here and there that prevented me from downloading the complete blog as it had existed. Thus, readers familiar with the original blog may find a few missing posts and/or comments. Those postings that I was able to grab and preserve in their entirety are reposted here under my name, however, all rights remain that of the original author.
This series of posts documents the fraudulent, sometimes criminal, and frequent unethical/immoral activities of Ya-Chang Robert Lin, a Taiwanese native of mainland Chinese parentage, who defrauded a naturalized US citizen, Phandeluys Truong, into a marriage that had been his shield against USCIS for his intentional violations of immigration law:
as a nonimmigrant F-1 student, he had willfully operated an international students recruiting business without prior work authorization from the then United States Immigration and Naturalization Service;
as President of said business, he had knowingly helped both mainland Chinese and Taiwanese students to evade military drafts in their countries by facilitating their applications to study in the US and abroad;
as President of said business, he had knowingly helped both mainland Chinese and Taiwanese students looking to enter the United States with the intention of gaining permanent US resident status under the pretense of studying;
as President of said business, he had purposely evaded paying taxes on the commissions received from it and failed to report the earned income to the IRS by having the payments wired back to Taiwan to his mother Chang Hsueh;
he had applied for reinstatement of his F-1 or student status and a change of status, while knowingly withheld the preceding facts on his own applications for permanent resident and citizenship in the United States.
And those are just the tip of the iceberg. Ya-Chang Robert Lin had been employed at AAFES or The Exchange headquarter in Dallas, Texas as an information technology auditor, where he managed to steal—by downloading to CDs that he kept in his personal possession while abiding for time and opportunities to "do business" in Taiwan and/or China—thousands of his colleagues’ Social Security numbers and personnel files while working on one of its HR projects. The HR data on one of these projects became the basis for an academic paper, speaking proposal for ISACA, and a consulting business he was "collaborating with " [more like conning other people into developing and fronting for him].
Ya-Chang Robert Lin is a reprobate with a seared conscience. Lacking normal capacity for empathy, remorse, and reciprocation of good will, he is addicted to lying, cheating, and stealing for the pure pleasures derived from being able to get away with it. Because he is such a good liar—so charming and well versed in manipulation techniques and acting skills—it is hard to distinguish him from reprobates.
Ya-Chang Robert Lin was able to dupe some of the smart people in federal government, higher education, and information technology auditing and security. Among his legacy: A son who refused any connection with him and wished that he were dead.
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