jsim and esp. Thank you for your nice words on my poor postings. Thank you wsowa for reading mine. I am just junking some pieces of my mind. No more and no less. May I write about the story of a mind? When Mr. Choi, In-ho, a famous Korean novelist, was young, he was very poor. He had just published some short novels, and was being recognized by only a few people yet. One day, a middle-aged gentleman visited Choi. He introduced himself as the President of a middle-sized company. He said that he wanted to help Choi financially because he liked Choi's novels. Choi thought that a monied gerk wanted to show off by helping a poor literate. Choi was a proud man at that time. So he rejected the offer outright. But the gentleman came back again after several days with the same offer. Choi again said no. But he came back several more times and insisted. Choi still said no. Finally, one day the man came to Choi's house and said that he would not bug Choi anymore. But he added. When he was as young as Choi, he also dreamed of becoming a novelist like Choi. But his father ordered him to take care of family business. So he had to give up his dream. After telling this story to Choi, he left Choi's house and never came back again. Choi wrote this story many years later in a Korean journal. He wrote that he regretted that he had not accepted his offer, beacuse he was offering not his money, but his mind. I find that it is very difficult to give one's mind to another person. But I also find that many do not know how to accept the mind of other people. I wish I had a millionaire's mind that I could give everyone a piece of my mind. I also wish I had a beggar's mind that I could accept everyone's offer of mind. But my mind is not so rich, nor that humble. That makes me sad. |