Amongst all the anger and hate spewing form people right now I believe there is still more good than evil in the world. Why do I say this you might ask. It really has nothing to do with family or friends. Most people have loved ones and friends. Even the crazies like Saddam, Hitler, and Mussolini had families. Is is the random acts of kindness we all experience or do for others.
Today I was walking out of a convenience store at the bottom of my building (it was around 12:15 am). I had not left the apartment all day. I had studied Korean, worked out, boxed and and talked to friends on Skype. Not too eventful. I was heading to the elevator when I saw one of my students. He ran up to me, gave me a big hug, and wished me a happy new year (that is Lunar New Year by the way). He then insisted I meet his extended family. I went with him to the coffee shop and was greeted with warm smiles, handshakes, and laughter. They then gave me a mocha coffee with whip cream. (I love whip cream by the way, more so than the coffee part of the drink.) I spoke broken Korean, they spoke broken English, and we all said goodbye. The entire ordeal lasted no more than 10 minutes but it made my night.
(Some background info)
I have been taking the time to train this young man in my apartment after school. (There is some monetary gain involved). I have been teaching him how to exercise, box, some tricks I have picked up with self- defense, and English. He has to join the military, as all young men do, in a few months. I have not been in the military, so I know I can not begin to help him with the mental aspect of everything. However, I can harden him physically. He is a great kid and I am really glad I met his family tonight. I more than likely will not see him again after this month. I am moving to a new part of Seoul. However, I hope what he learns from me will help him on his way.
One cup of coffee tonight was a great way to say thank you and keep me up studying!
Korean Dean!
Friday, February 4, 2011
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