In the distribution industry,she was known more by routesthan by her name.
She knew—without looking at a ledger—which ingredients moved where,at what hour,and through which hands.
That knowledgelived more precisely in her headthan in any record.
Originally,she was a nurse.
She worked night shiftsin the intensive care unit.
She was the kind of personwho read the momenta patient's blood pressure dropped,and the momenta guardian's face went rigid,before any monitor confirmed it.
That night, too,she was on a night shift.
The emergency calldidn't go to the hospital.
It went to her home.
Her younger brother had collapsed.
Overwork.
It wasn't cardiac arrest,and he regained consciousness.
But what came backwas not the adult he had been.
The doctor spoke carefully.
"His cognitive level…appears to be around that of a seven-year-old."
From that day on,the family's timetable collapsed.
Someone had to stay home.Someone had to earn more.
Medical billsstacked up faster than expected.
Kim Young-a didn't reduce her work.
She divided it.
Until noon,she worked as a part-time nurse.
After noon,she drove a truck.
At first,it was simple delivery.
Hauling vegetablesto a few food trucks.
Hong Raon's food truckwas one of them.
But Young-a didn't just look at goods.
She watchedwhich menus sold well,which ingredients remained on which days,and what was thrown awayafter which hour.
She never ignoreda structure that produced loss.
She reduced what was wastedand filled what ran short.
At some point,truck owners began saying,
"Let's ask Young-a first."
When truck distributionbegan earning morethan a nurse's salary,
she chose to commit fully.
She didn't abandon patients—she chose a different wayof sustaining life.
In the industry,people called her one simple thing:
"The one who doesn't let things leak."
When she met Doyoonthrough Hong Raon,
he didn't present a flashy proposal.
He asked a single question.
"Why do you thinka market is necessary?"
Kim Young-a thought for a moment,then answered.
"Because right now,everyone is surviving separately."
"Ingredients, people, time—all scattered."
"If they gathered, they could endure.But because they're dispersed,they collapse."
Doyoon didn't miss that.
That was howthe operator of the truck market,T-MART,was decided.
Because she wasn't someonewho sold goods—
she was someonewho designed flows.
To Kim Young-a,the truck market wasn'ta distribution space.
It was a living route.
A place that had to be openno matter how far hospitals were,no matter how life collapsed.
She knew this:
People collapse suddenly.
But structures that allow endurancemust be built in advance.
That was whythe truck marketwas the firstto turn on its lights.