I recall the number of times where my attempts at pronunciation were a source of laughter among my Vietnamese elders. As the perfectionist that I am, the frustration in me built over time as I repeatedly attempted to master Vietnamese phonology. It wasn’t until I tried to understand my situation in someone else’s shoes, that I finally made sense of mine. I came across a middle-aged woman immigrant from Vietnam who attempted to speak English to me. Her name was Phượng, which translates to “the mythical Phoenix creature” in Vietnamese. Broken English spilled out of her mouth, words jumbled on top of one another. As I saw her shaking her head and biting down on her lip, I realized my own frustration was mirrored in her difficulty of not being understood. In this moment, I realized that our ability to succeed lies within the universal truth of coming to accept and face our own fears of embarrassment and criticism.