yet again working at another store felt like a divine tailoring from God, a plan set in motion since my youth that allowed me to travel come to know real people and places. At Pop-n-go, God planted hope in my heart for the trip to Vietnam, and slowly others began to glimpse the life I was living. This is what happens when a soul radiates Jesus: doors open, even when the promises of a few who pledged support turned empty. Despite that, I managed to save enough for a three-month stay—which eventually stretched to a year. I spent the first two months with a relative of Kim from the restaurant, immersing myself in the sharp, fragrant chaos of Vietnam—the scent of unregulated street vendors blending with the rush of motorbikes and cars. After a month, I moved into a modest motel in District 1, despite the limited funds I had left. The beginning was hard, but making friends with the hotel staff allowed me access to the garage and, more importantly, morning Mass at the Cathedral. Unlike the late evening services back home, weekend Mass in Vietnam felt vibrant and alive—the church crowded beyond capacity, with many, like me, sitting on the floor near the altar rails, united in faith. This experience deepened my connection to God and strengthened my resolve to live a life that truly reflects His light.