From A Commoner's Story, pp 94-95

I was unhappy with the university secretly accepting a second application without informing everyone. If they had considered financial need, I would have definitely been selected over most students. I went to the university to complain but they told me they could not do anything more. They offered that I could share a bed in the dormitory, but I would have to find someone who would be willing to share their bed. This was mighty difficult, but I had little choice. As the Taiwanese saying goes, "A hungry person doesn’t mind to lose his face."

I asked Mr. Fan Jin Pao. Surprisingly, he was kind enough to accept my request and we became bed mates for a semester. In the beginning we did not know each other, but we became lifelong friends. He was a graduate of the Tainan Second Middle School. In the same dorm room, we also had graduates from Tainan First Middle School. I was mingled with my Tainanese roommates. After a while, students from the First thought I was from the Second, and vice versa. Anyway, I almost lost my Kao Hsiung Technical School identity.

Mr. Fan Jin Pao lived in the 8th Dormitory, and as did I as a result. The 8th Dormitory was the most distant dormitory from the university and was separated from the 7th by a rice paddy. It was a very typical Taita dormitory: a two story building with black shingles and cement walls that were light green. There was a meal room on one end of the building and bathrooms on the other. We had five twin-sized bunk beds placed along the walls of the room; two beds were on one side, the other three were on the other. In the middle, there were five desks in a line; each student occupied one side of a desk. The desks accommodated ten students. Since I was the eleventh student in the room, I did not have a desk. I had to use the University Library or class rooms to study.

Jin Pao was a quiet and simple person. That semester while I was his bed mate, we did not talk much. We slept on the upper bunk and somehow our bodies never touched even in this small space. He always turned his body toward the wall and slept. Our friendship grew slowly but we became lifelong friends. Now, his home is in the District of Columbia. He retired from the Federal Government in 1994 and has been doing a part-time work for a private company. I will never forget the favor he gave me 50 years ago. Sharing a bed with me certainly was inconvenient for him, but he never said a word about it. He is really a gentleman.