Frank

There is no one I love more than Frank. In the refugee camp Indian Town Gap PA, when I first learned to ride my bike and gained my freedom by riding all over the camp to be freed from having to deliver mail by walking, I just wanted to get away from my father as far as possible. Frank was no difference. Just like my father, Frank had given me so much. But Frank gives not just to me but to everyone. This is how much he believes in the principles. Because there is nothing higher. The MET museum was where he found his way. It was there where he lives among the greatest Artists who guided and still guides him. Frank stood for 2 hours and explained non-stop to the students of what he was seeing in Rembrandt, Titian, Hal, Cezanne. The same as when I first went to the MET with him when he was my age. Such consistency, such timelessness. It is an example of what it means to be Eternal. We follow what we cherish. Not to be in awe but to be inspired by the same spirit so that it can also be alive inside of us.