I heard a sad story from my grandmother last winter when I visited Korea.
She told me about my grandfather.
My grandfather was born in a very poor country in the country side of Korea. He was too poor to be educated as well. He woke up at 4:00am every day and he passed newspapers to his neighbors before he goes to school. That how he earn his money and went to school.
The reason I am so proud of my grandfather is he never gave up with studying. He earn his money until he became 12th grader and he went to the best university with his scholarship and became a pilot. He had great life being a pilot over 28years and he had to quit his job because he was to old to control the plane.
After few years when he quit his job, he got a cancer and it was quite serious. He started to forget how to speak and what he was supposed to do and he had to stay in the hospital as our family had predicted already. He spent all days in the hospital and I cried all the time whenever I visited him because I had to go to Malaysia and maybe I won't be able to see him anymore.
He passed away since I lived in Malaysia about 3months. I felt very sorry to him...
I was the one who cried the most. Now I miss him so much but I am sure that he is looking at me
in the heaven.
