He is dead, but apart of him still lives in me. -
He is still there, being the critique that keeps shouting in
my ears.
I can still feel him imposing his confidence in his high standards
and the way he live by them.
The father like figure that always gives me inputs about my life
and how i should approach life still speaks to me.
He changed me in so many ways by his training and giving me
the confidence to conquer the world. It isn't just a black belt in
Taekwondo, it is a black belt to life.
I still think of him from time to time.
- That man is Stanley Yeo, my Taekwondo master, father and
fiercest critique. He is missed.
posted by py @ 1:19 PM
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