“I live in Australia. When I was a child, me and my family picked up alcoholics, drug addicts or prostitutes from the streets. It’s because my father was a very spiritual and sensitive man. He was handsome, tall, and strong. He even played at the international rugby competition for Australia. When he was young, he studied theology, and became a minister. Yet, during the WWII, he became a fighter pilot, and dropped bombs in Germany. He felt guilty after the war, and was trying to find a way to do something good in his life.
At that time, there was a very big depression in Australia, many people, even those with success, would become alcoholic. So later, he made a join company called ‘Sydney City Mission’. Basically, what we do there; we bathed, fed, gave them a bed, and loved them. After that, he built up another company through donation called ‘City Night Refugee’. And soon, it expanded into a volunteer place called the ‘Soup Kitchen’, and later when it got bigger, he set up a place called ‘Lodge’, a half-way house, and a place called ‘House of The Helping Hands’, especially built for the alcoholics, and hopefully, they would restore their lives there. All by donation.
Since my father has Asthma, he needed medicine to support his life, which he really hated to. And he always wonder why people want to inject drugs, when they have a healthy body. That’s why he has a big concern for the drug addicts too. At that time, he started another small company by donation called ‘Fra-tech’, for the alcohol and drug dependence people, and providing treatment for them. It was the time he retired. We were poor, and money became a problem, but it never became his biggest worries.
Later, when my father died at the age of 60, and there, at his funeral, more than 500 people showed up, which the funeral hall couldn’t even hold, and they had to stay on the streets. I was astonished. And there were so many people that even the streets got stuck with traffic, and police had to come. Even the guys of war time came for his funeral. It was very touching. I never expected that, and I learned a lot from this moment that my father is such a hero. I didn’t feel it when he’s still here. I was like, ‘No, Dad, don’t do this!’ or ‘No, Dad, don’t embarrass me by doing this!’ But at the moment of his funeral, I realized how large an impact my father has had in his life. And sometimes, I even think to myself when I look at my son, what kind of dad am I? I do my best.”