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My dad, a former Microsoft Korea CEO, never had a filter.

Good idea or bad, appropriate or not, he would say whatever he wanted, however he wanted, any way he wanted.

That's all I have ever known, how a man who had the ability to make Bill Gates shut up acts.

In 2009, I transferred into St. Bonaventure University — a tiny, conservative, Catholic, liberal arts university where no one questioned the status quo.

Now imagine everyone's surprise and disdain when a student — with flashy diamond studs and a personality to match — demanded changes like a tyrant.

I. Was. An. Arrogant. Prick. 

It didn't matter Jacek Utko, an award-winning Polish newspaper designer, separately said the same things as me in 2009. No one had a reason to listen and/or accept me.

And it led to my greatest collegiate regret.

A scared, pregnant friend lived with me. I watched her feel helpless, grasping for her life, eventually resorting to the only option left.

I checked a friend into rehab after relapsing, on the verge of killing himself after a morally questionable action.

I even helped a friend deal with his mom’s suicide, the only woman he loved.

In seemingly impossible situations, I always found the words and actions to deescalate it. Analyzing situations objectively was a personal strength.

Then came fall 2010, the week the baseball field flooded. For the first time in 25 years, no words came out.

Because how do you respond to, “(She) tried to kill herself after the guilt of having your baby aborted — and not telling you about it.”