It does not matter how bad circumstances may seem. What I discovered was that how I dealt with the circumstances was much more important than the circumstances themselves.
My earliest memories were of the Korean War. I was five years old, and I couldn't understand why explosions were everywhere, why people were trying to hurt me. I remember running day and night as my family fled the communist invasion. I couldn't understand why the world was suddenly crazy. I was only five. Why would anyone want to kill me? My playmate was a year older than I. I was so tired, but she kept encouraging me to keep moving, to keep running. She was a short distance from me, encouraging me again, when another explosion blew her apart.
I am not likely to forget what I saw. It was one of those moments that was too terrible to seem real. To call that a bad experience would be an understatement. But even then, in the midst of the bad, was the formation in my mind of something uniquely good. It was at that moment that I unknowingly made a decision that would forever change my life: I wasn't going to run anymore. I didn't know why, or even how, but I believed there had to be a way to stand up to this.
Two years later I began to discover a way... He Can Do, She Can Do, Why Not Me!!
