Hello, my dear friend! Welcome to my Blog; Educating Angela. My name is Kim, and I'm thrilled that you've taken the time to join me. But wait, I can already sense your curiosity brewing. You must be wondering, "Who is Angela then?" Well, the truth is, I am Angela too, and it's from this unique perspective that my story begins.

At the moment of my birth, I was bestowed with the name Angela Kim. However, ever since that day, I have been called Kim. It's akin to having a middle name, except it occupies the first name position. Now, you might be thinking that this isn't particularly fascinating or uncommon. But trust me, the intrigue deepens when I unveil the reasons behind my name.

Let's rewind to the past. Picture my parents, two high school sweethearts who embarked on the journey of marriage after my mother discovered she was pregnant at the tender age of 16. Around the same time, destiny led my father to be drafted into the Army during the tumultuous years of the Vietnam War. Strangely enough, his assigned destination was Colorado, where he served as an ambulance driver at Fitzsimons Hospital.

Once my father was stationed there, my grandmother insisted that my mother join him in Colorado—it was deemed the "right thing" to do. And so, with a sense of duty, she embarked on the journey. Soon after her arrival, amidst cries and joy, I came into this world and was christened Angela Kim. The name Angela was chosen by my mother for reasons unknown, while my father opted for Kim.—it was the name of his previous girlfriend before he and my mother found each other. It may raise eyebrows, but the name Kim stuck. Why my mother allowed it and why it persisted throughout my life remains a mystery. However, it's worth mentioning that their marriage didn't endure, as you might have anticipated.

Fast forward a couple of years, and my father embarked on a new chapter of his life, entering into a second marriage. Before long, a daughter arrived, and she was named Marci. And here comes the surprising twist—Marci was named after yet another one of my father's previous girlfriends; it was her first child's name. Yes, you heard correctly—two for two! But this time, his new wife saw no issue with the name choice. She simply liked it and embraced it wholeheartedly. They went on to welcome two more daughters into the family, and thankfully, they were given original names that weren't plucked from my father's little black book of ex-girlfriends.

And so, dear reader, that is the peculiar tale of Angela Kim and Kim—a journey marked by unforeseen connections and the curious choices surrounding our names. Stay tuned for further revelations and explorations of the significant chapters in my life. There's much more to uncover in the pages that lie ahead.