When I visit Korea, I see a street sweeper mopping the side walk. Mopping. I see retired elderly decked out in their “training” uniform and walking at the crack of dawn. I see kids walking to school with bags as but as them. I see street vendors making buns and hot dishes. And I go, “They are my heroes…” Greatness isn’t determined by the favourable conditions that they are put into, but the desperate conditions that they rise above.
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