Joanna Kil Sun Park

A hero is one who gives without any expectation of reciprocity. Heroes sacrifice time, energy and heart to better the lives of others. To me, my mother, Joanna Park, embodies the idea of a hero.

Our family had a nice living going in Korea. It was where my parents had grown up all their lives. They ran a small bakery where the patrons were not only customers, but also friends. Even though, they knew that the best opportunities for their children was across the Pacific…in America. So, one day my parents, brother and I boarded a plane to our new home in the States. It was a poignant time for my mom especially, and she took the departure from her friends and family pretty hard. But, she was willing to sacrifice her life for her sons.

Difficult as it was to leave her loved ones in Korea, the most challenging tribulation my mother ever encountered was my father’s bout with cancer. She kept her poise throughout, and her bravery during the ordeal was inspiring. He eventually succumbed to the disease, and my mother was left alone to raise two boys. This is when my admiration grew for her exponentially.

Raising two boys alone isn’t hard…it’s [terrible]! I gave my mom so much grief in high school; it’s a wonder that she still calls me “son.” Still, she arduously worked seven days a week to support our family. She challenged us to do our best (one of my father’s mantras) in everything we did. I have never been allowed to feel deprived of anything. My mom is now working to keep her two sons in college. I don’t know how I can repay her for everything she’s done for me. Although sometimes, just a hug and a kiss seem to be all she needs.

I owe much to my mother for all her sacrifices. My mom is definitely my hero (my brother’s too, I suspect!).