One of my favorite songs is "My Way," sung by Frank Sinatra. The song's quiet dignity in facing the closing chapter of life resonates deeply with me and often leads me to reflect on my own journey. Unlike the man in the song, however, I cannot claim that I have lived entirely my own way. Nor can I say that I have no regrets. My greatest regret is that I have few fond memories of my youth. Born into a poverty-stricken and socially unstable country, I spent my formative years amid hardship and uncertainty. Even so, I managed to overcome every obstacle that stood in my way and emerged into adulthood unscathed. By the time I graduated from college, Korea's remarkable economic rise was well underway, and I was fortunate to play a small part in it as a banker. After marrying, I worked tirelessly to provide for my family and, above all, to give my children a better upbringing than I had. They rewarded my efforts by growing into independent, responsible adults. After seeing them happily married, I felt a deep sense of fulfillment, knowing that I had done my duty as a parent. With a sigh of rel