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[From the Mix Nine travel diary of YG]
I’m in Jung-gu, Seoul and yesterday I visited Chungdong Jeil Church - the oldest Protestant Church in the Republic. We were driving past when I told my driver to stop. It was important for me to be here.
As I neared the church’s open doors I heard a wailing and crying. Two men tried to stop me from entering but I knew that there was a reason I had been drawn to this place. I had the men removed and I entered the place. What was taking place in the church I later learned was called a funeral. In the church was a casket with a young potential trainee inside, dead. I stare at the casket for a long while. I was transfixed and eventually asked what had happened to him. A woman answered me through tears; it had been her son who was dead. He had been killed by a drunk driver. Killed for a cost effective drive home.
I decided to reward the woman with a billion won, asking only that she cease her disgusting weeping. She refused my gift, an unexpected action that greatly upset and confused me. I left the church in a rage and later, just as I was going to order my assistant to have the woman punished, I understood the true source of my anger.
In that moment the poor and slovenly drunkard had more power over the woman then I did. All of my wealth was as nothing compared to a single wayward car. I realized why I had been shown the funeral, I understood what lesson I needed to learn.
I had to be shown what true power is.
