Ten years ago, Dad set foot in the United Kingdom through a program dedicated to those quietly nurturing the global social enterprise ecosystem. In those days, Dad seemed to enter a world where ideals and human kindness met—in the misty cold of that foggy land, Dad felt he was being guided by something…
After flying back from Scotland, Liverpool was surprisingly close by.
So close that if Dad decided, he could be standing before Anfield just a few hours later…
And that is also why a part of Dad kept whispering: “Go. Otherwise, you may never have another chance in this lifetime.”
But strangely, my intuition told me not to go.
Not because the distance bothers me.
But because of a very clear feeling within:
“Not now. There will be another occasion. More beautiful. More fitting. And more sacred.”
So Dad returned to Vietnam, leaving Liverpool behind like an unfinished dream.
No regrets.
Simply trust quietly.
And indeed… that intuition was right.
Ten years later, Dad was in Liverpool…
And in that unforgettable moment
The entire city lit up with the exuberant singing of “You’ll Never Walk Alone”.
Not a football match, but all of Liverpool singing together.
Not one spectator, but the hearts of millions rising together:
“Walk on.
Walk on.
With hope in your heart.
And you’ll never walk alone.”
I stood amid that crowd, quietly watching every face, every emotion, every song…
And Dad understood:
This is the very moment the soul has waited 10 years for.
Neither early nor late. Just right, like a promise fully kept.
Life is so strange.
Some paths we thought we had missed were really only being wrapped up—to open when our hearts are wide and deep enough to receive them.
And Dad tells you this so that if one day you too stand at a crossroads, you will learn to listen.
Not the ears, but the heart.
Because sometimes that very stillness will lead you where you need to go…
Not only with footsteps, but with the whole soul.
