My middle name, 玫, (spelled 'Mei' and pronounced 'may'), was chosen by my late grandfather (I call him 'Yeye', pronounced 'yeh-yeh'). It means 'rose' in Chinese. Yeye gifted me with this name because he admired the resilient qualities of wild roses, which are capable of withstanding tough conditions before blooming into the beautiful flowers we know.
He himself endured severe abuse as a political dissident in communist China, a long chapter of his life that I actually learned from my father, as my Yeye could not bear to tell me.
My name makes me proud of him. My name makes me proud of my heritage. And my name gives me something towards which to strive, and something by which I can remember my grandfather, who remains my biggest role model to this day.