A collection of thank yous to guests at a 70th birthday celebration

On the occasion of my 70th birthday, I’d like to thank everyone who joined me on this special day. Here are a few thank yous from my family to show my appreciation for the warm congratulations and love.

 

Topic – Let’s stay healthy

It’s already December. Winter is fast approaching with its freezing temperatures.
It’s important to take good care of yourself before you catch a cold and get sick, but if you do, it’s also important to get well quickly.
It seems like every winter, colds come like a greeting.
I hope everyone here is taking care of themselves.
There’s a day I’ll never forget.
How can I forget the day I came home from the hospital with the diagnosis of cancer.
The world seemed to be slowing down.
On my way home, I stopped, sat on a bench, and watched the world go by.
It was like seeing the world for the first time.
Even though the streets and playgrounds were familiar, the neighborhood was completely new.
My family reassured me that even if you have cancer, you can beat it, or you can fail, depending on how you think about it.
Still, I wasn’t confident that I could beat cancer with positivity.
No matter how much I tried to soothe myself with positivity, I couldn’t stop the dark thoughts from creeping in.
I found myself cleaning up my surroundings, saying hello, and looking for distant acquaintances.
It was very difficult to control myself.
But I had an extremely caring family, and that’s how I survived cancer.
I was blessed to have so many good people in my life.
I can only be grateful for the people who gave me what I didn’t deserve.
I feel like I’m healthier now than I was before my cancer diagnosis.
It made me realize the meaning of time and happiness that I had lost in my busy life, and it also reaffirmed the importance of family.
I now understand that happiness is being able to feel the breath of your loved ones.
When I found out I was cancer-free, I called my spouse.
I could feel my spouse’s tears, trembling voice, and hesitation even over the phone.
I still feel sad and sad for my family when I think of them.
I realize that even the president is just an ordinary person in front of the pain of a loved one.
What an incredible story it must have been for us, ordinary people.
I will never forget and be grateful for the rest of my life.
I would also like to take this opportunity to express my gratitude to my friends and acquaintances who stood by my side and prayed for my health.
I declare to you that I will continue to exercise hard and take care of my physical fitness.
Thank you.

 

 

Theme – Remembering the past

At a gathering of people who share memories, there is often a lot of reminiscing about the past, and a little bit about the future.
For kids in the 1970s and 80s, Muhammad Ali was a giant.
Ali was my idol.
Punching from muscles the size of a child’s torso didn’t seem to belong to earthlings anymore.
Then there was the boxer who beat Ali.
That boxer was Joe Frazier, and it was Joe Frazier who gave Ali a good look at his chin on March 8, 1971, in a World Boxing Council (WBC)-World Boxing Association (WBA) unified heavyweight match at Madison Square Garden in New York City.
I made a promise to myself that day.
I promised myself that I would never forget the name Joe Frazier, even in death.
I felt like my brother had just been punched in the jaw by Joe Frazier, and I was torn apart.
He must have stayed up all night.
In this match, Ali flew like a butterfly and couldn’t sting like a bee.
Frazier’s nickname was Smokin’ Joe.
That day, Smokey Joe beat Ali so badly that smoke billowed from his boxing gloves. They would meet two more times.
They were destined to be foes.
Then, in the 1970s, Frazier, who had led boxing’s heyday with Ali, died.
That was in 2011, just as I was celebrating my 70th birthday.
The newspapers reported very briefly that Joe Frazier, who had been diagnosed with liver cancer, had died while receiving treatment at a hospice in Philadelphia.
He was 67 years old, younger than me.
He was my idol’s eternal adversary, my nemesis.
I can’t tell you the number of nights I’ve lost sleep over Joe Fraser.
What if I told you that for a while, I was drowning in grief, as if I were listening to an old friend cry.
I did, and I was depressed, and I did some serious introspection about death.
I guess getting older means that there are more and more things that you have to let go of.
There are news of celebrities from all over the world, including Korea, passing away one by one.
Perhaps nothing can beat the passing of time.
One by one, our favorite actors, athletes, and artists pass away.
Nothing lasts forever.
I’m still a boy at heart, full of curiosity.
‘Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it,’ said philosopher and poet George Santayana.
The human memory is a wonderful ability to hold on to the good and remember the good, and to reflect on the bad and turn it into a springboard for success.
Perhaps humans are truly great because they remember things.
But that doesn’t change the respect we have for those who made their mark on an era.
Because it’s always nice to have something to look back on.

 

 

Theme – Blast from the past

Fall seems like a great time to take the kids out for a fall foliage hike.
I always used to take my family to the mountains for a picnic in the fall.
There’s nothing more gratifying than walking along the roads with your child as the mountains turn colors and the fields show the richness of the crops ripening.
This fall seems to have come faster than most.
Maybe it’s because it’s the year of my 70th birthday.
It’s hard to believe it’s my 70th birthday.
It seems that human memory is an imperfect thing indeed.
Like when you try to remember your first love, your heart is still as excited as it was then, but the name, face, and voice of your first love are so blurry that you can’t quite recall them.
Even though you loved that person as passionately as if they were the last love of your life.
You suddenly realize that your first love is a blur.
I’m walking home from a friend’s house and I smell the wind and it smells like my 20-year-old self.
The scent of the breeze, an old object, and a nostalgic feeling.
It’s a long time ago, but it’s like yesterday, those memories, those days, those happy memories.
There seems to be an element to these memories that come out of nowhere.
Maybe it’s a specific place or a record, maybe it’s a breeze or a scent.
It could be the stone walls of Deoksugung Palace that you walked with your first love, or the heartfelt love letters you wrote back then.
Seoul, a city of towering buildings and cutting-edge technology, is no exception.
But it’s also heartbreaking to walk down the street one day and realize how much it has changed.
As with any city, it needs to develop and modernize, so there’s a limit to how much history it can hold.
As I walked through the redeveloped Cheonggyecheon Stream and Pyeonghwa Market, which has been reborn as a fashion city, I can’t help but remember the memory of Jeon Tae-il, who died shouting, “Workers are people too!
When I think of Jeon Tae-il, I get a chill in my heart again.
There was a time like that.
The world has changed and changed so much.
How can I forget that moment when we celebrated the miracle of the Han River?
It was my parents’ tears, my sweat, my family’s lives.
I don’t think we can remember everything.
But I can’t forget everything either.
I realize that my life’s history didn’t happen in a day, and that many of the things we take for granted were made possible by someone else’s sweat, sacrifice, and sorrow.
I live another day with a grateful heart.
I am grateful from the bottom of my heart.
I will strive to be a person who embraces the past, not just my tomorrow.

 

 

Theme – I will live humbly

It’s fall.
The days are getting shorter, the weather is getting colder.
Fallen leaves are piling up on the streets.
It’s also a time of year when I’m reminded of things that have gone by, and sometimes I’m filled with regrets and regrets about things that have gone by.
I’m thankful for the cooler months, when I think of how you must have been rushing to attend the feasts.
It looks like you have a happy family.
I look at my spouse sitting there, I look at my daughter and son-in-law, I look at my adorable grandchildren, and I feel so blessed.
I don’t know if there is any greater joy and happiness than that.
A characteristic of happy families is that both spouses are humble, or at least one of them is very humble.
It’s a family where you don’t think you’re good enough, your spouse doesn’t think you deserve anything, and you’re happy enough with what you have and grateful that you have children.
I think about the kind of person I used to be.
I was always working, so I was tired, and I was a patriarchal husband and father.
But time has changed me, and I think my wife’s guidance has transformed me into a softer, more finite person.
I don’t know what I did in my previous life to deserve this movie.
When I first joined the company, when I bought my first house, I was very ambitious.
I thought, “When will I be as capable as you, but I’m not good enough. I thought, “I need to learn more,” and I was eager to learn from everyone around me.
But as the years went by, I grew more confident and I started to stop listening to what others said because I thought it was boring.
I think that’s where most people stop and don’t progress from there.
But I realized that the people who excel are the ones who are always open-minded and eager to learn, no matter how old they are.
That’s what I’ve tried to do, and that’s what I’ve always tried to do, to stay humble.
I still try to be humble.
I think being humble is the complete opposite of not having courage or not being proactive.
I think people who are self-centered, self-promoting, and self-interested are not courageous, they are passive, and they are only concerned about their own self-interest.
Humble people are brave, proactive, and aggressive because they don’t think they have much to lose.
It would be nice to have that mindset.
My mind doesn’t work like my heart.
But I try to do it anyway.
I think I can imitate that kind of mindset from one day to the next.
Every time I think about it, I resolve to live humbly and let go of my pride.
Thank you.

 

 

Topic – I’m glad I didn’t inherit poverty

It’s a cool breezy morning.
I wonder where the heat came from.
The cool breeze blowing through the car window makes me feel a little more relaxed.
It’s the time of the year again, and it’s hard not to feel a little nostalgic as the novel approaches.
But how many things in life are without reason?
As the excitement of the first snow fades and the cold sets in, we start to wonder if we’ll make it through the winter.
This worry has deep roots.
Coming from a rural background, winter nights were long and boring.
For me, winter was the season when my mother went to the factory to earn money and my father went to the city to earn money.
We had to wash ourselves with a mixture of warm and cold water, and the backs of our burthen hands were always covered in crusts.
The rice paddies and fields were as barren and deserted as the land itself, and the skinny dog barked weakly like an old man with bronchitis.
We were poor, and life moved slowly.
One day, I was standing at the mouth of the street waiting for my parents to get home from work.
A tree happened to come into my line of sight.
They were gnarled, stripped of all their leaves for the winter, and they looked gaunt.
The annuals lying flat in a tangle on the side of the road made me think that spring might never come.
It’s funny, but I’ve never forgotten that feeling of stillness and silence, of loneliness and solitude.
And I made a decision that day.
I decided that I would work hard and not live in poverty.
I studied hard, joined a company, and lived my life to the fullest.
Time seems to have flown by because I was so busy.
It’s as if I jumped from that time when I was a little kid hanging around the corner waiting for my parents to get home from work to today.
A year was like a minute.
Thankfully, I didn’t pass on my poverty to my child.
I am most happy, and most grateful.
I also think.
I feel guilty for my parents, who have gone to heaven after a lifetime of struggling in poverty.
I can clearly see them holding back on what they wanted to eat and wear to raise their children.
I tried to get out of poverty, but I didn’t have the heart to care for the poor.
It was a day when all I could think about was running forward.
I will take the time to look behind me and expand to the sides.
Thank you.

 

 

Theme – Home is good

The evening sunset is in full swing.
I’m grateful for the crisp fall air, the delicious food, and the company of all of you.
My home town is now a small neighborhood of just a dozen or so homes.
Even as a child, it wasn’t a big town.
It was much smaller than our neighboring town of over a hundred families, and over the years it has shrunk one by one until it is now a small town.
But a hometown is a hometown.
It’s still alive and kicking, and it still celebrates New Year’s Eve and Tanabata with village feasts, however shabby they may be.
It was like that in my childhood.
It was my way of life to wake up in the early hours of the morning, just as the first rooster crowed, and take a brisk walk around the village to see if anything had happened overnight.
I’d hold my dad’s hand and tell him stories about school and my secret crush.
It would get loud, with all the dogs in the neighborhood barking, and then at some point it would get quiet.
My father would say.
Now, when we patrol the neighborhood, I remember chuckling that it’s almost like he’s taking care of his own house, and the dogs don’t even bark.
I came back to a place where I have memories with my father and friendships with friends, and I’ve lived there for about five years now.
I am truly grateful to the elders who welcomed me with open arms.
The clocks seem to be ticking slower in my neighborhood than they do in my exhausting city life.
I’m grateful and relaxed.
Every now and then, when a dog barks or the sunset colors fill the sky, I’m reminded of that day with my father.
In fact, it feels like I’ve been waiting for it forever.
I want my dad to come back, I want his friends to come back, I want to go back to that scene.
I’d add a few epilogue scenes to the nostalgic footage.
Things like running across an empty playground to return my brother’s umbrella.
None of this would have happened alone.
I’m only where I am today because of the help and grace of so many people.
I am truly grateful, and I honor you.
Thank you.

 

 

Theme – Health comes first

Perhaps the most important lesson to learn from people who have accomplished great things is to find out why they wanted to do it so badly and how they were able to keep going.
Want it, but want it so badly that you never give up.
You have to want it so badly that you’re prepared to sacrifice time, money, sleep, friendships, and even your reputation.
You probably don’t want to do something so badly that you’re prepared to sacrifice.
I know I was, and I’m sure others are too.
I guess it depends on what you’re sacrificing, but sacrifice seems too hard.
There’s a lot to be gained by sacrifice, and there’s a lot to be gained by sacrifice, but we just find it too hard.
There’s a famous quote from economics that says, “There is no free lunch.
It means that for every choice you make, there is a corresponding payoff, and whether your choice is a sacrifice or an investment in your future seems to be up to you.
In 2004, Steve Jobs was at the top of his game when he was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer, one of the most aggressive forms of cancer, and given six months to live.
Fortunately, he undergoes surgery and regains his health, but the pain he felt at death’s door provides him with great inspiration.
And in 2005, during his famous Stanford University commencement speech, Steve Jobs says
‘Keep hungering (Sta hungr), keep pushing (Sta foolish)!’
He never stopped working.
Earlier this year, his health took a turn for the worse and he had surgery.
Fortunately, it was caught early and ended up being a simple surgery, but it makes me giddy to think about it now.
I guess the cost of my achievements was my health.
Now I work less and try to stay healthy.
I take care of my family, see friends, catch up on sleep that I’ve been neglecting, and work out whenever I can.
Yesterday, I met a friend for a workout and was on my way home when my wife called.
Of course, it was a quick call to ask where I was and to come in quickly and have dinner.
The simplicity of it made me happy.
There was also regret about what I was so intense about.
Thank you so much for attending my 70th birthday celebration.
I wish you all the best in yours.

 

 

Theme – The power of family

Another year has passed the halfway mark.
It seems like just yesterday we were welcoming the New Year and making New Year’s resolutions, but time flies like an arrow.
Before I know it, I’ll be celebrating my 70th birthday.
Much of human suffering is unnecessary.
What is the cause of suffering?
Surely it’s our unwillingness to accept things as they are, or our unconscious resistance to things as they are, that creates suffering in the here and now.
The power of resistance is clearly positive.
It’s an opportunity to take a leap forward, and it’s a refusal to settle.
And it’s also clear that the more we accept and honor this moment as it is, the more we free ourselves from pain, from suffering, and from the ego’s mind.
But it’s not easy.
It starts with acknowledging reality.
It’s a line from a song by Namuran.
“There’s too much of me in me, no place for you. There’s too much of me in me, no place for you.”
The lyrics resonated with me.
I once told my spouse that there was so much of me in me, there was no place for me to rest.
He replied that it’s not just your life, it’s everyone else’s life too.
It’s not just your life, he said, it’s everyone’s life, everyone who says there’s so much of me in me that there’s no place to rest.
Probably, everyone in Korea is living with happiness obsession.
We think that personal unhappiness or pain is a shame to be hidden.
When we get together with friends, we usually talk about happy things to cheer up the mood.
In the age of happiness, his words sound like gospel.
For me, a happiness inferior, it was unsettling.
I suffered from severe depression until I was thirty.
I was tormented by my ego, my ideals, and my reality.
One day, it seemed pointless to live with the pain any longer.
I decided, “Okay, today I’m going to kill myself,” and I suddenly realized how strange that sounded.
If I’m going to kill ‘me’, does that mean there’s another me inside me, the me that I normally am and the me that I hate?” As he reasoned, he had a sudden realization: the real me, which is existence itself, and the fake me, which is the ego, coexist in the same body.
I don’t know why I was so troubled and troubled.
I feel like I’ve crossed a cave-like time.
I don’t know if I had one foot in reality and one foot in the ideal.
Life was like a thorny cushion, and there was never an easy day.
But I owe it all to my spouse, and I owe it all to my children, that I was able to cross that long time and get here.
I am grateful from the bottom of my heart.
I still have a lot of troubles and worries.
I don’t know if my personality is like this because of the environment or because of my nature.
On this happy day, many people gathered and thanked me from the bottom of their hearts.

 

 

Theme – Walking Exercise

I’ve never traveled that far except for university.
Even then, college was a 30-minute bus ride.
Both elementary and high school are within a 20-minute walk of my home.
I was always jealous of all my friends who commuted from farther away.
My last job was also very close to home, a 15-minute drive.
However, as I grew older, I found myself driving no matter how short the distance.
The Korean Army has a carder communication that says, “If it’s more than three steps, get in,” and I guess that applies to me.
One day, I stood in front of a bus stop to go home from work.
I realized that I had left my wallet at work, and I didn’t want to go back to work.
I hated it for some reason.
Maybe work was the kind of place I didn’t want to go back to.
How could I get out of it, how could I leave work and go back in there.
You can’t do that.
I thought, “I’ll take a 15-minute drive, or an hour, or a walk.
And so I started walking towards the house.
I think that’s the reason for my health today.
Walking to and from work has been a huge asset to my health.
I still walk now.
It’s also fun to listen to all the music I play and discover new songs that make me wonder, “Did I even know I had this?
I even listened to a new generation song that my granddaughter put in the other day.
I didn’t tell her, but I did delete it as soon as I heard it.
But I wanted her to know that I appreciated it.
It’s like taking a surprise trip.
And then you come home and feel indescribably refreshed.
Walking is the quintessential aerobic exercise.
The older we get, the more cautious we are about moving.
Walking doesn’t carry the same risk of injury as other forms of exercise.
But what walking does more than anything else is that it allows you to find the small moments of happiness in the ordinary.
It’s easy to get burned out when you’re doing everything fast, fast, fast, but I think you miss out on a lot.
I’m starting to see the world slower now.
Thank you, everyone, for joining us.

 

 

Topic – I’m happy to have family

The weather is getting cooler.
The lighter air and clearer skies are so refreshing.
Soon the roadsides will be covered with snow.
The thought of snow and bitter winds makes me feel like winter is just around the corner.
The world as we know it is as it is, and it’s not going to change.
There was a time when there were many paths, gates, and boundaries, but those days are long gone.
Perhaps the youth of today are living in that borderland, wandering and worrying a lot.
The world has gotten a lot smaller since then.
The world must be older than I know.
The weather we remember now used to be different.
The summer days we remember are no longer here.
Like those summer days when the clouds were so white, the water so fragrant, the shade so deep, and filled with so much promise.
Surely there was a summer day like that once upon a time.
Long days at work, then back home to take care of the family, then back out into the world to work.
It was a whirlwind.
It was one of those days where I spent more time at home than I did in society.
My family was me, and it was my joy.
To have a life of your own, it’s meaningful.
When I see my children growing up to be good people and contributing to society, and when they have children and grandchildren, I think I know what true happiness is.
There is no greater joy than having a healthy, harmonious family.
I would like to thank my family from the bottom of my heart for being by my side.
I will try to be a good parent and a good grandmother.
Thank you.

 

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