The person I'd like to talk about is Mr Islam, who runs a small electronics repair shop in the market near my home in Sylhet, in Bangladesh. I've known him for years, because my father always takes our broken things to him.
What he's achieved is pretty impressive. As a young man he taught himself to repair phones and radios from old manuals, because his family couldn't afford college. Over the years he's trained more than twenty apprentices, most of them boys from poor families, and several now have their own shops. A few years ago he also designed a simple solar charging kit that farmers in nearby villages use to power lights and charge phones, and it won an award at a national innovation fair.
The funny thing is that I only found out about the award by accident. I was in his shop waiting for my phone, and I noticed a certificate half hidden behind a box of cables. When I asked about it, he just laughed and said, "Oh, that? The boys did most of the work." Later his son showed me a newspaper article about it, and I couldn't believe he'd never mentioned it.
I think he's modest for a few reasons. Part of it is his upbringing; he grew up in a village where showing off was seen as bad manners. Part of it is that he genuinely values the work more than the recognition. He gets more excited about fixing an old radio than about any prize. And I think he knows how many people helped him. He often says nobody succeeds alone. Honestly, his modesty makes me respect him even more.