Grandpa Eun By Andy Eun

A true story by Andy Eun

My Grandfather is an amazing man of God. I just felt like writing a little story to honor him.

Just about two hours ago, my mom and I shared a meal over our kitchen table. Microwaved white rice, hehjang gook, and some leftover spicy pork. As we sat with our feet reclined, we started talking about the friends we knew. Friends who were hurting.
Realizing in that moment, that there is so much pain all around us. And it is real. Whether its the oldest sister of four children working full time while trying to nurse her younger sister in the hospital, translating for her parents who feel helpless.
Or whether its the little boy whos 17, who has never met Dad. Wondering what he looks like. Feeling trapped in mysterious lonesome.
Or maybe its the family that struggled as immigrants back in the early 80's. Single father of two boys, working the alterations store to feed his two kids.

and this is where the story began...

So my mom tells me this story of how my grandfather poured out his life to help people in need all around him. While working at our restaurant known as "Korea House", one day a father of two came in with his two boys looking pale and lifeless. Face emaciated from hunger he sat in the corner of the restaurant with a look of dispair.
In the compassion of Christ, my grandfather goes in the back and cooks up the biggest bowl of soup with beef, with all the love he could muster up.

And he brings it out to this man.

"Here, this one is on me. Eat this soup and feed your two boys. Let us know if there is anything else you need before you leave".

With tears in his eyes, all he can say is. "gahm sah hae yo" (thank you)
And they eat with no worries. Maybe the best bowl of soup in the whole wide world.

And still to this day, this man says of Mr. Ho Ki Eun, " I will never forget what he has done for our family."

Look around the world today, and you can find pain behind every street corner and veiled smile. The question is, does anyone really care anymore?
The only scary thing with all of our humanistic thinking that has permeated our society, is that as we scientifically explain everything, and cognitively explain how depression works, we lose the belief that our life has more unseen cravings. That there is so much more to this life that we can not explain. That maybe, we were created.. to make soup.

This is my grandfather. A man of God. A man who has poured out his life to serve others. And I want to be just like him. Thank you for reading.