When I opened my clinic in a shabby house in Myanmar in 1995, the only medical tool I had was a stethoscope. I had to buy other equipment at my own expense, and I almost ran out of money. Even so, I didn’t give up on my goal: Free medical care for everyone.
　Local people visited me constantly. I worked from 5 a.m. to 12 midnight. I was exhausted but felt happy when they thanked me from the bottom of their hearts. Many children were suffering from cancer. I tried my best but could not save all of them. I began to feel helpless. Then I heard that voice of mine again. “Even if you can’t save them,” it said, “you can at least comfort them.” “Yes,” I thought, “I want to help children and their families feel glad to be alive.”