This blog contains travel tales and sundry stories of 100 words or less.
The Bridge
Wednesday, September 9, 2009Yeonchon, Korea
We built a bridge made of logs spanning a little creek close to a lake. After hammering the last nail, we wrote our names on the first log and took pictures. Suddenly Sohyong (we call not-so-shy-boy) cried. He was always with us and as much a part of the camp as anybody else. We realized that all except him signed the bridge. We all felt shame and guilt! The following day, Hyongnim made a special trip to the bridge. Sohyong signed his name on it. Finally, we felt the bridge was complete.
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