Tuesday, July 24, 2007 ' 8:33 AM
was reading the latest issue of her world magazine, i'm surprised by how Eunice Olsen is an idealist. why do some people have something against her when she is just living her passions? i think she plays a multi figure in our society hoping to reform something, and instill the needs for everyone to know how important it is to share a part of ourselves for volunteerism. i enjoyed reading the article very much. (:
my house water heater was announced spoilt this afternoon. i was so afraid that i had to go under the cold showers. then, it struck me so hard, and i'm so ashame of myself for the fear. so many of us, born with such luxuries and comfortable zones with things we take for granted. pampered with things we thought were necessities. surrounded with safety zones and protection that we take it as what we ought to have and deserve.
as i was trying to overcome the fear of going under the cold showers, i was telling myself i should just treat it like i went swimming and the swimming complexes definitely didn't have water heaters. suddenly, the thought of less fortunate people from third world countries don even have proper water systems hit me hard. and the vivid images of cambodia kids and people practically bathing, cooking, eating, drinking. relieving, playing and swimming, along one brown and contaminated river protruded so clearly in my mind. yes, brown.
the thoughts and images slapped me as hard and as painful as a forceful one i could have given myself.
please pardon me for taking all the things for granted, i will learn to appreciate and treasure things that i have, and make do with things i don't have or have lost along the way.
as i was going home from work just now, there was a little girl with down-syndrome, her features wasn't obvious but her actions spoke about her. she was screaming at the top of her lungs, her mum assured her she'd be fine, eventually she stopped. i smiled to her, and she looked at me puzzled, but slowly she handed her hand out to me, smiled and said a faint hello. her mum looked at me and smile (her smile showed so much tiredness she has, the kind of smile that said thank you for accepting her), when i alighted at my station, i felt so depressed, so upset i think i was near tearing. the kind of heart-wrenching feel, the throat stuck with words so heavy to be expressed.
all the more i've decided to pursue my humanitarian goal. people, please always remember, show them (any needy person) the kind of compassion (not to pity them or bring them down further) that will pull them up and bring them further in days to come. a smile can mean as much.
then as i was walking home from the mrt station, this phrase came knocking on me.
"love, is not about you and me, you or me, but we and everyone around us"
♥dedicated compassion and loves.
