Call Me Lucky Poem by Ronald Chapman

Even though discovering Korea. Began with two tragedies in my life.
I consider June 2,2012, (the day I found Korea) one of the luckiest days of my long life.

'Serendipity The occurrence and development of events by chance in a happy or beneficial way.' However, I had to experience tragedy before discovering one of the most beautiful places on Earth. But my pain does not even come close to the pain the Korean people have gone through to achieve the Miricle of Han.

Let's see. After a tragedy in my life, the loss of my bride days before we were to be married,40 years ago seemed to send me on a path Far to the East that I never knew existed.

Four decades of not caring about anything, just waking up going to work. Maybe celebrating the holidays with my family. Never finding anyone or anything to love again.

Until that day in August of 2009, When I stood in front of Heavin's gate.
That day when my heart stopped, and I thought but only a dream.

That day, I saw my wife with Angel wings, My mother standing beside her. Telling me, "We miss you, but your must return to the Earth'. Your adventure is just beginning.

On September 1,2009, I met my Guardian Angel Sarah.
Sarah taught me that anything was possible. Never give up! Dreams do come true. Just look at the starry sky and believe each star is a dream that will come true.

Three years with Angel Sarah by my side.

Sarah introduced me to a beautiful Angel named Tiffany.
On June 2,2012. Tiffany was singing with a voice of an Angel.

The curious thing about this is, Tiffany was not singing a Korean song or in the Korean language.

But Tiffany bewitched me.
Her beautiful eyes told me to look to the Far East. Look to Korea.
To a place called a Miricle. A place you loved and lived in the past.

Tiffany made me dream of Arirang. A sad song but a song of never giving up. 'A song of love. A song of faith! '

'Arirang, Arirang, Arariyo...
Crossing over Arirang Pass.
The one who abandoned me
Shall not walk even 4 kilometers before their feet hurt.'

Tiffany took my hand and lifted me up to surf the Korean wave ('Hallyu'.)

I began to fly above Korea.

I started to remember impossible things in dreams; Memories of Queens. Remembering, I was shipwrecked on a beautiful island.
Remembering, an enchanting dark-eyed princess with long soft black hair.

Waking from a dream, thinking of a future;

A future of a United Korea,
A future of redemption…