I couldn’t do anything for myself. My wife had to feed me, wash me, and change my bedpans. I was no longer Y. K. Kim, a Master Instructor of the Martial Arts. I was a baby. However, I refused to panic. I thought I would be OK after a few days, and while I rested I could do some paperwork, just like before. My only worry for the moment was that my wife had to take care of me while she worked a full-time job. I was so sorry that I was putting her through this ordeal. After a week, my body still refused to move. I got worried, very
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