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The Warmth of that Halo from an Angel

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volunteer companion for the elderly here, photo from online

Grateful toward the volunteers at the hospital, for helping you with your father’s, final passage of life, and now, you hoped to, pass that same kindness onward too, translated…

He’d Asked Me to Think Hard on the Matter, So I Don’t Have Any Regrets, Those Eyes, Peaceful as the Oceans without the Waves, Reflected the Gentle Light of the Moon, and They’d Understood, All My Worries, My Considerations………..

After reading Mr. Zheng-Hsiung Hsu’s “I Volunteer at the E.R.”, my mind was pulled back to the E.R. of the hospital twelve years ago.  Back then, it was just the beginning of the springtime, the sunshine outside was warming, while my heart, my mind was, experiencing the sleet, the snow, the hail, it’d felt like my world was, crumbling down.

I Am, Making the Right Decisions, aren’t I?

My dear dad was diagnosed with liver cancer, he was eighty-five years old, weakened in his physical health, and mildly, demented too, he’d slept, longer than he was, awake, and it didn’t look good.  As we waited for the hospital room to become available, the doctor asked, “if”, and would I want to resuscitate him?  He’d told me to think on the matter thoroughly, so I won’t have any regrets in the futures, his eyes, peaceful like the oceans without the waves, reflected the gentle rays of the moon, and made me felt that he’d, understood what I was, faced with.

There was the bed that became available in the hospice, I’d taken all our belongings, and an unsettled heart, I’d, wheeled my father, to the place, closest to heaven on earth.  After I’d settled my father in, the nurse, after filling out the forms, left temporarily.  That bed was next to the window, it’d, allowed me to see the blue skies and the moon, to tell if it was night or day; I’d, pull back the curtains, and, this was, the tiny world that belonged to just my father and I.  I’d turned on the T.V., and, switched to Animal Planet, my father’s eyes opened up, and he’d started speaking, “bear!” yes, there was, an American black bear on.

In the sleep and wake of close to twenty days, my father spoke, for the very, first time, I suppose, I’d, made the, right decisions by him then?

The following day after the doctors made the rounds, there was a petit volunteer who’d, led me to familiarize myself with the surrounding environment, but I’d, looked over at my father in the bed, became, hesitant, not wanted to leave his side.  “Don’t worry, your father won’t disappear, it’s a secure place, there are some equipment that you can take him to use, there’s also, an aerial courtyard on the sixth floor, you can wheel your father in the afternoons for some sun.”  She’d patted my shoulders, given me a smile, and I saw two dimples came onto her cheeks.

I’d followed close by her side, as she’d, taken me on that walk-through.  Passing the nurse’s stations, she’d pointed to the tea keg, told, “every morning the volunteers would bring in a fresh brew of tea, you can get some here, and you can soak the teas in the sponges and brush your father’s teeth with it too, it’ll make him feel a whole lot better, having fresh breaths, he’ll surely, have an appetite for food then!”  We’d walked past a huge aquarium, cute Nemo swam in-between the sea anemones, “this tank is Gu’s territory, the young girl, Lin in the next room to your father’s, is a huge fan, and she’d come, more than three times a day to look!”  Passed through the laundry room and the fridge, there was, a prayer room, a small Buddhist shrine, “when you can’t handle it anymore, and not wanted to tell anyone, just come in here!”  The Goddess of Mercy, Jesus Christ, do tell the cancer cells in your father’s systems, that we’re not, trying to kill them, but, please, don’t torture dad, and just, coexist in peace with him.

We’d arrived to the lobby then, the black couch separated the space, on the right, there’s the T.V., the shelves for books, newspapers, and magazines, the corner by the window had the foot massage machines, and the exercise bike, the massage chair, on the left, a simple kitchen, and tale, on the kitchen counters, the food processer, and the Datong rice cooker.  “This is Wang’s area, everything you see is donated by the volunteers, you can use it at your will, just clean them up after you used them, and put the items back where you find them”.  I’d decided, to make some juices for dad then.

She’d continued, “if your dad can’t come over here, then, you can borrow the foot massage and take it back to his hospital room to use.  This couch is quite comfortable, when your families come, you can come here for a short nap, or have your meals here, you’ll feel more at home.”  Her explaining everything was warm, and it’d, energized me, and my heart felt, comforted.

illustration from UDN.com

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She’d Given My Father the Courage to Return Home

That aerial courtyard became a small piece of heaven that my father and I shared, we’d gazed up at the blue skies, the white clouds, watching the butterflies danced, the fish in the lotus pond, and, I noted how that flower started, blooming upward, from the corner of, my father’s, lips.  I’d wondered, would I be, asking too much, if the days just go on like this, forever?

In about a month, my father became, stabilized, the feeding tubes, the catheter, and the drips were all, removed.  The nurses asked, “would you like to take your father home?”, of course I do, but, at home, there’s not the medical profession staff members as back up, and I’d, worried that there might be situations that I couldn’t, handle on my own—oh, I’m so very afraid, that my father would, start, coughing up blood again.

And I was, caught, in this battle once more.  The following day, the volunteer took me to the couch for a chit chat, “you’d taken good care of your father these past few weeks, he would wish to return home, where he’d felt, familiar in, with the families around him.  The nurses’ station will offer the 24-hour support calls, the nurses of the hospice program will visit your home by the week, don’t be afraid, you can, check your father back in if something were to, happen.  I’m sure, that your father will help you out, he does, feel for you, he will, find ways, to encourage you.”  She’d, spoken out my fears, and, gave me the courage to, take dad home.

We’d not returned into the hospital again.  On a weekend supper a month later, he’d opened up those bright eyes wide, and, looked at us deeply for one last time, then, headed up to heaven, to accompany our, grandparents.

I want to say thank you to the men and women who volunteered at the hospital, for giving us that light in the darkness we desperately, needed.  And, when the time comes, I too, shall become, a light for those who are, lost in the darkness, thank you.

And so, this is how kindness gets, passed on down, because you’d, received the emotional support you were in need of during your father’s hospitalization, and the words of the volunteer, helped you cope with your father’s conditions, and as you are, finally healed from the loss of your own father, you plan to, give back to the community, just like these hospital volunteers had done too, passing along, that sense of helping others, that kindness along.

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January 17, 2021 · 5:28 am

He’d Opened up a Bookstore, to Offer Free Tutoring, Squandered Away Tens of Millions of His Own Retirement Funds

This man saw a need, and, started, providing the services to the students in poverty stricken homes, helping them succeed in school, so they can, turn their own lives, around, off of the Newspapers, translated…

The former manager of the second World Trade Building, Huang after retirement, returned back to his hometown of Minhsiung, Chiayi to open up a used bookstore, giving free tutoring session to students who can’t afford to get the tutoring, and provided them with a free supper, and it’d continued for a decade now, he’d, spent up all of his retirement pension already, but is still, enjoying giving back, and his never stop helping spirit moved the outside world, and the world offered the needed resources to keep the programs going.

Huang said, that retiring, returning back home was his thought of looking after his aging parents, and, opening up a secondhand bookstore was his dreams when he worked, as the director of the second world trade building, in 2009 at the international bookshow, he’d found, that there were a ton of younger generations that are seeking out the extra information, but his hometown of Minhsiung didn’t even have a secondhand bookstore.

To give back to his hometown, Huang set up the secondhand bookstore, but, he’d used the bookstore as a “falsified front”, he’d estimated, that the shop earned, less than $5,000N.T. a month from selling the used books, and other than the shop being a free reading space for the children who are from poverty stricken homes, Huang hoped, to help the students improve on their grades, and started setting up the cram sessions to teach them how to study.

photo of the man at the study program he’d set up for the students in his local region, courtesy of UDN.com

台北世貿二館前館長黃金山退休後返民雄,花光千萬退休金成立二手書店,還免費課輔。記者莊祖銘/攝影

The originally one-on-many tutoring showed almost NO progress, he’ offered the one on one, one on two, the smaller classes, he’d estimated that it’d cost anywhere from thirty thousand to four million dollars, then yet, the students who came to his program started from just more than a dozen to more than 170, he’d offered the tutoring services, and, the scholarship moneys, the meal plans, it’d, already, spent up his over millions of dollars in retirement funds.

In truth, most of the money Huang spent was on paying for the suppers of the students, the students from the poverty stricken backgrounds, arrived to the study sessions at his bookstore, “I can’t make them starve through the sessions”, and so, he’d provided the suppers for free, the snacks, as well as the drinks too, and on average, he’d spent over $110,000N.T. by the month.

There is a total of 158 students who are in the study session programs this semester, and there are the volunteer tutors of 250 people, and, every time the bookstore hands out over $60,000N.T. in scholarship money at the sectional exams in school, and, whenever the students improved in their grades, scholarship money would be awarded too, currently, the center had helped turned over 2,000 students’ lives around.

And so, this man has a vision, and, he’d, started, offering the services, because he saw a need, and it didn’t matter, if he ran out of money, or if he’s short on money, he will, keep this program going, because he knew, that offering these students from poverty stricken backgrounds an education, is the only way that can help them turn their own lives, around, so he will, keep on, doing this.

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The Warmth that Flowed Through This Alley of Ours

Having good neighbors, makes the days pass, so much, easier!  Translated…

As I stood, with the early morning light, in my own yard, watching my Romain lettuce, my neighbor brought over a bundle of bananas, I’d returned her kindness with the Romain lettuce out of my own vegetable gardens, a short while later, she’d, delivered the avocado banana nut milkshake she’d made, and the freshly baked egg yolk pastries, the interactions of us neighbors, so amicable, it’d, warmed my heart.

Thirty years ago when I first moved here, it was right when my daughter was born, and, the boxes of cakes to celebrate her birth helped connected the families, we’d started, sharing the joys of our lives with one another then, we all had our separate ways of life, what we enjoyed doing, some of us are cooks, bakers, and green thumbs too, this is, the sense of connection with the neighbors that the city dwellers couldn’t understand.

the flowing kindness in the neighborhood…

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And other than sharing the goodies in this alley, the cares and concerns we neighbors have for one another, is also, quite, heartwarming too.  My neighbor in her eighties injured her hand and couldn’t manage to cook, the elderly woman who lived next door to her made some vegetable pork porridge to share with her, and, at dawn and dusk every single day, the neighbors from the left or the right would, walk with her, to help her stay connected with the rest of the neighborhood’s, goings on, she’d often stated, “my kids are so busy at work, thankful I have all of you, great neighbors, otherwise, I would totally need to get checked into the nursing homes, and looked after by a hired caretaker then.”  As my husband was trimming the star fruit trees, he’d fell from the ladders, our neighbor immediately gave us a lift to the E.R., and consoled with me, “he doesn’t look that seriously injured, it’s going to be okay!”, and, when something’s going on, it’s, everybody’s, business, we’d cared for one another, like how in the earthquakes back about a decade ago, when there’s the water and power outages, we’d, huddled together, to pass through that time, our neighbor hauled out that huge stove, and, cooked the soup noodles, to share, we are, more like a big family, than with our own, separate, families.

Remembering back twenty years ago, every Saturday night was the weekly neighbor supper get-together, every house brings three dishes, watching the kids in play, and we’d, made a pact, to grow old with each other together; and, in a blink of an eye, thirty whole years come and gone, and even though we can’t eat together every day, but we’re, sharing our interactions of our old age together, this, is our live-ing now!

And so, this, is a good “program” that this group of neighbor had, set up, they all cared for each other like families, and, so, there’s a ton of social, emotional support for everybody in the neighborhood to everybody, and this, is a good way, to grow old together, even if they’re, not related to one another, strangers!

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The Warmth of a Shopping Bag

The kindness from, an unknown stranger toward you, and now, you’re, passing it along, see how one tiny act of kindness, can generate a whole lot of kindness in the world?  Translated…

I’d often heard the saying, “the most beautiful sight in Taiwan are the people!”, and I’d, also heard the evidences from others to prove otherwise, but, based off of my own personal experiences, the statement is, absolutely, TRUE!

On a day of light drizzles, I’d gone to a supermarket to pick up some things, after I’m done shopping, I’d carried the paper bags full of groceries, stumbled, to the bus stop, and, the pavement was wet and slipper, and, I’d lost my foothold, and fell flat on my face, can you imagine how bad I’d, looked!  I’d, struggled to get myself back up on my feet again, and, I’d found, that the paper bag I’d carried my groceries in had ripped wide open, and everything was, scattered all over.  This was, probably, the WORST fall I’d ever had, in recent, years!

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a hand of, kindness is all that’s, needed in this world…photo from online

As I became flustered, there came, a bag into my field of vision, with the cutesy bear print on it, followed by this, voice of an angel, “are you all right?  Here, take this bag!”, a tall girl, held her hand out for me to hold to get back up on my feet, I’d looked at that folded neatly shopping bag, cried aloud, “that, is exactly, WHAT I need!” but then, I’d, hesitated, “then, how should I, return it, back to you?”, the young woman who seemed like a working class member smiled, “you don’t need to!”  and I’d, collected everything that fell out, then, that cute bag didn’t look that huge but, it’s, big enough for everything I had bought; I’m guessing, that the extra space, must be from, that young lady’s, compassion then.

From that day forth, I’d also, carried an extra, folding bag inside of my regular shopping bag, because I knew, that there’s a tiny chance of me, running into, that young woman again, but I can, pass her sense of kindness to others who are in need.

And so, this young woman may not know it, but her “tiny” act of kindness, had rippled outward, and, it will keep getting bigger, bigger, bigger, like how one solitary drop of water that fell into that pond of things, expanding, outward.  And to think, that all of this, started with, one helping hand toward someone in need, and that someone being, a stranger too!

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Temporarily Escaping from the Volcanoes the Neighbors Became a Key Helper to Prevention of Domestic Violence

The ABSOLUTE necessary SAFETY net that needs to get set up that’s for sure!  Off of the Front Page Sections, translated…

The associate professor of Minchuan University’s Crime Prevention Major, Dai pointed out, that the American scholars conducted a survey of up to a thousand individuals who bore witness to child abuse, found that a-third of males are inclined to model after their fathers and become abusers themselves, two-thirds of females modeled after their mothers, became victim/enablers.  There’s a lacking of this sort of research data here in Taiwan, what’s worrisome is, that even though there’s more focus on women’s rights, the Taiwanese women still couldn’t break away from the traditions, and, the young children who bore witness to abuse still continued to hide behind their helpless mothers, trapped in fear.

Dai said, the American child neurologist, Perry discovered, that children as young as two years and nine months can feel the conflicts in the atmospheres, and this will affect their frontal lobes, which is in charge of focus and cognition the most, as well as the hippocampus, responsible for interpersonal relations and intimacy.

Dai found that for children who bore witness to violence develop that sense of shame, and as adolescents, they wanted to escape from home, and would act out by becoming truant.  The more the children bore witness to violence, once they get lost, it’s easy, that these children will join gangs.

photo from UDN.com

各縣市政府委託民間團體投入目睹兒關懷輔導服務,社工依據個案年紀等需求安排遊戲治療,引導年幼孩子表達內心感受,也撫平心中的傷。圖/善牧基金會高雄中心提供
the way the neighbors can help keep a child safe…

Two yeas ago the case that shocked the entire society in Chien-Zhen District, Kaohsiung, with the bodies on ice, the ignition point was the man, Ting’s long-term abuse on his wife and children, his wife got so furious, told their son, “you need to make him (her husband) disappear from our lives for good”, and in the end, the mother and son murdered the man together.  Dai stated, that in recent years, the cases of murder by children are mostly caused by domestic violence, the children saw their mother get abused by their father, and, accumulated the anger or in a moment of anger, crimes were, committed.

The Kaohsiung Teachers’ College associate professor, Wei told, that when parents used violence to control everything, the children will learn, that violence is the only way to resolve things, and some of children raised in such an environment become abusers.  The social workers needed to give counsel to those who bore witness to these acts of violence, but currently, there’s only, limited resources the government puts into this.

Dai suggested that the schools, the communities, the medical facilities can all work together, to have a stronger effect, to set up an attachment relationship of trust.  The teachers should NEVER carry the attitude of “once you’re out of school you’re not my responsibility!”, they are the keys to keep the children’s minds and bodies safe.

A lot of people would turn a blind eye to the neighbors’ business, but the protection of children exposed to abuse, the neighbors can step in at the right time, when the parents start fighting, the children can temporarily head over to the neighbors to work on the homework, and the neighbors would do a great job in protecting these children.

And so, because of the prevalence of these domestic violence cases, and children being raised under such an environment, it’s not healthy for the children, this is why the neighbors need to be a sort of a safety net, because if you don’t look out for someone who’s in need, when you’re in need, nobody’s going to care about you either, and it still, goes, both ways!

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Finding Joys in Helping Others in Need

Helping someone in need!  Translated…

Early in the morn, I’d rushed off with my daughter to work, as we alighted the buss, we saw a bunch of ladies, looking over an elderly man, the elderly man’s socks were, soaked in blood, and, the tissue that covered the wound in the tibia, seemed to continue to bleed.

Thankfully, two more stations more, there’s the VMH in Shihpai, as he got off the bus, I saw him, sat waiting with hardship at the bus stop, the blood still, flowed out, he seemed to be calling someone for assistance; and I’d not cared that it was time for me to get to work then, I’d, gone up to him, told him I worked in the hospital, and had him call his families to meet him in the E.R., while I’d gone to the hospital, to get a wheelchair to get him in.  Then came, the running fast, pushing the wheelchair in supersonic speed, to the E.R., to when his loved one rushed in, the man was taken into the surgical ward to get sutured up, and that was when that huge rock finally got dropped inside my heart.  Later, I’d learned from his family, that the elder had cancer, and he was on anticoagulants regularly, had his hospitalization been delayed, the results would be, dire.

查看來源圖片the random act of kindness from a stranger here!  Photo from online

I’d recalled how as I rushed the elderly man into the E.R., he kept telling me thank you, said that he’d met someone amazing who’d, helped him out.  I’d told him, he was my parents’ age, that if something like this were to happen to them, I’d wanted someone to lend them a helping hand too, and, this hour-long interlude, although it was, thrilling, but, in the end, it all, ended, well, other than knowing the meaning of helping other is bliss, I’m, also proud for being, that tiny screw inside that giant white tower!

And so, because your empathy kicked in, seeing the elderly man injured because you’d wanted someone to help your own elderly parents, and because it’s in your line of work, to offer assistance to people, being a medical care worker, and you’d, ended up, helping this elderly man get to the hospital on time, and saved his life.

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An Ordinary Story, with Extraordinary Love

A story, that warms up the human hearts, what we’re, in need of more, especially, today, from the Front Page Sections, translated…

I saw a heartwarming report on the papers: this February, there was, a pitbull that seemed to have been abused by humans started wandering around the mountains, and got noticed by the hikers, and was named, “Flower” by the flowers.  His story got passed among the hikers, and everybody hoped that he could be, lifted off the mountains, and receive the care and attention he’d, needed.  The mountain worker, Yong-Hong Chang (Hong) started looking after him when he’d gone up the mountains, helping the dog to reestablish the trust, and, had tried to bring him down many times.  But maybe, it’s the bad experiences Flower had from human interactions from before, she’d, always, run off scared, as she got close to the entrance of the hiking trails.  At the start of July, the hikers all worked hand-in-hand, and, Hong and his friend, started up, this rescue mission.  And after sixty whole hours, they finally got Flower, to follow them to the entrance of the hiking trails.  And this time, Hong ignored the pains from his fractured wrist, and, carried Flower, who was close to twenty kilograms onto the car—and, without a leash, or any sedation—he finally, led Flower, out of that patch of mountainous woods she was, once lost in, took her down the mountains, to get her the treatments and care she needed to get.

In all of the millions of news headlines that flashed across our eyes daily, this tiny little article, it’d, caught the writer’s heart.  As I read this story, that surge of warmth flowed through me.

查看來源圖片the kindness toward animals, photo from online

I used to have a dog, Happy, who was with me for twelve whole years, he was a black lab, grinning ear to ear always.  The interactions of man and dog, transpire between words, and, I’d had the depth of experiences, and understood, how it felt for the animals who were, abused by humans in their lives, how hard it would be, to regain that lost trust in human again.  And because of this, as the paper described how the man, Hong lost track of Flower, he’d started calling aloud, “Flower, Flower”, then, a black shadow came dashing out of the forest, run toward him, and all I can say, is such a heartwarming scene that was.

There’s, this, extraordinary surge of energy in the midst of the mountains.  Not just between the man, Hong, who’d, rescued Flower; from how the hikers shared the stories on social media, to how they mapped out the rescue routes, how they contacted the wildlife reserves locally, to taking the dog to the vet, to placing her……it’s, everybody who’d, chipped in, making this deed possible!  The thought of “hoping he’ll be happy and healthy” became the primary force, which made this heartwarming, deed, with some levels of difficulty, possible.

I’d heard a story: on the beach after a certain typhoon came and went, a young girl started, picking up the starfish, and throwing them back into the oceans.  An elderly man who’d, been through the ups and downs of life asked her, “Child, what would be the purpose of doing this?  Toward this beach full of starfish, you’re, only, able to make a difference to the limited few?”, the child opened up her eyes wide, “Thank you sir, I don’t have the answer to that, I just know, that for the starfishes I’d tossed back into the oceans, their lives are, saved.”, the words of this young girl, showed the power of a greater sort of love.  The story of Hong and Flower, it’d, made me see the extraordinary love, from a story, quite ordinary.

a video of how a dog waits, at the same spot, to be, rescued by humans, off of YouTube

In 2020, MERS-CoV had, taken over the world, and, it’s even worse, for those who are, living hard, plus the natural disasters, the bad policies from the lawmakers, how people are currently being, taken advantage of daily.  In this upsetting moment, allow the story of “Hong and Flower”, to warm all our hearts.  And you and I can think on, how do we within our own means, show those around us the love, and care we have to show.

And so, this, is exactly, the kind of stories that there’s more of a need for right now, because, there’s, a ton of bad things going on in the world right now, the world’s, going up in flames, murders, natural disasters, made worse by manmade errors, etc., etc., etc., and we are, in desperate need for these sorts of tiny little stories, that warms our hearts.

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The Costlessness of Her Concerns

Showing that smallest amount of care and concern, to those around you, it just might, brighten their days, a whole lot, and you made yourselves, a new friend too!  Translated…

Remember when I’d first started working in the office, I felt tried, by the elderly woman who cleaned up the restrooms—she’d always, set foot into the slots the moment everybody stepped outside to check, if we weren’t, careful enough, then she’d, started, nagging at us.  And, because of how she took cleaning up the toilets so seriously, it’d made us, feel stressed when we go, we’d rather, go to an alternative floor for the restrooms, than to, bump into her.  And because, we’re all, very busy at work, that nobody ever stopped, to chat with the elderly woman who cleaned up the toilets, at first, when I’d started working, I’d wanted to, catch up to the fast-paced work environment, I’d, often, said the general greetings to her, then, rushed off too.

Later on, I’d discovered, that the elderly woman, other than keeping to her job, of, keeping the toilets clean, she’d sat down on that one chair outside the toilets, slid on her cell phone, to chase the soaps, or using the video-voice messaging, to talk to her young who doesn’t live close to her, and, on this, fast-paced, floor, she’d become, an odd sort of, a freezeframe.

Several short conversations I’d held with her, I’d become, acquainted with her, she’d treated me like a granddaughter too, shown me care and concerns, even showed me, how to wash my hands completely, before I leave the restrooms, without knowing, that I was, awarded, the champion of hand washing in my preschool years.  And I’d known, that her children and grandchildren had, immigrated to Germany a long time ago, that in her eighties, she lives alone, and there were, hints of, loneliness and loss, in her words.

After the lunch break that day, I brought two drinks back.  And, as I’d, handed one to her, she’d become confused and asked, “Why are you treating me to this?  I’d never, given you, anything!”, I’d smiled and replied, “it’s not necessary!  Grandma works very hard, I hope this drink will, keep you energetic and your spirits up for the rest of the day!” then, I saw that flower, bloomed, radiantly, on her face.

Think on it, the elderly woman, never actually, given anything physical to me, but, that sort of concern and care she’d, shown my daily, was way more precious, than any sort of materials.

And so, this, is how we can learn to, interact with one another more, but we often got trapped up too much in our selves, had all our heads, UP our own, separate asses, to ever realize, that someone else close by is feeling bad, loss, or whatever, and, because we failed, to notice that these individuals we come across from day to day are in need, we missed, the opportunities, to show our cares and concerns, and, lose the chances of, making that, important connection, and that’s, just, very sad, wouldn’t you say???

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Their Home Got Broken Down by the Winds, Over Hundreds of Volunteers Came to Help with the Rebuilding of Their Homes

Goodwill, of the members of, the community here, off of the Front Page Sections, translated…

The rundown shack that the resident, Lee in Suao, Yilan couldn’t shelter him, his girlfriend had died, in the cold fronts last year, she was all that he had.  The New Taiwan Volunteer Group, in order, to not let the same things happen again, on the 21st, the volunteers had, built a house for him, so he could have a warm roof over his head.  There were, over hundreds of men and women who showed as volunteers, they’d all rolled up their sleeves, from all around Taiwan, pulled the money to get to the area, and, donated the materials, put up the money needed, for a house to get built out of their own pockets, this home that’s, made and filled with the love was built up, using two weekends, and it’s being, remodeled, and, by next Sunday, Lee could, move into it.

The sixty-four year-old man, Lee “Cheng” lived in poverty stricken means, the walls were falling down in his resistance, the roof leaked, it couldn’t, block out the wind or the rain, or the cold fronts that came.  “Cheng” had a girlfriend whom he’d, lived with, she was originally weakened by illness, and, as the cold fronts hit last November, their rundown shack couldn’t block out the cold weather, his girlfriend’s weakened body and couldn’t withstand the cold, she’d, passed away.

the “home” where Lee was living in

photo courtesy of the New Taiwan Volunteer Group from online

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Before “Cheng’s” girlfriend had passed, the volunteer group noticed this case, and immediately wanted to offer assistance, only, that they’d lacked the funding then, and the foundation was, overseeing other worse off families, and couldn’t offer the assistance on time, but they’re, already, raising the funds for the house for “Cheng” back then.  And yet, they were, too late, the rundown shack that “Cheng” resided in broken down, and it was, demolished, he’d, camped out in the cargo container houses close by.

The volunteer group, in order to NOT allow for the tragedies to happen again, in the leadership of the C.E.O., Yo, they’d, raised about $550,000N.T.s, bought the construction materials, shipped it to Suao.  And, all the builders were, volunteers, the volunteers gathered at three in the morn in Taoyaun on the 21st, got on the car, arrived in Suao, and started the building process.  The volunteers first set up the steel structures of the frames of the home, and connected the electricity, made sure that there’s water running, before this Saturday, they’re, going to start the remodeling of the inside of the house, the setting up of the furniture, the appliances, by Sunday next week, they’re, to hand over the keys to the house to “Cheng”, so he could, move in.

“The volunteers helped build up the house, and, they’d, put up the traffic costs, the foods, as well as their own, insurances too!”, Yo told, the volunteers, in helping to build up the house, they’d not received a cent in money, they’d even, had to, pay for their stay, as well as their meals.  The charges for food is $100N.T. a day, the room and board, $200N.T.s a day, the insurances cost $50N.T. per day, the cost of transportation, $100N.T., for this two day one night volunteer work, the volunteers needed to pull $550 N.T. out from their own pockets per person.

The volunteers were assigned to various duties based off of their expertise, some saw the steel pipes, welding, connected the wires, digging up the drainage pipes, as the material shipped couldn’t get to the construction sites, all the volunteers, started lining up, like ants, carried the heavy steel, wooden boards, the iron shack roofs, even the already, welded frames.  Everybody rolled up her/his sleeves, put that work helmet on, and started, working; some of the female volunteers who worked in the office, who’d, never lifted anything heavy, they’d helped, carrying the steels, the roof boards, the eleven-year-old boy, also did his part, helping to make the building project happen.

 

查看來源圖片a project, like this???  Photo from online

And so, this, would be, the collective efforts, the kindness from all around the island, because this man needed a roof over his head, and he couldn’t, buy a property on his own, because he couldn’t make the money, so, this group of volunteer came, to help make him a home from scratch, and in the process of building, everybody took up a role, to make this wonderful house, built with love happen, to give this man, a safe place to stay, a roof, over his head.

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After the Box Waved at Me

Your kind thought, that good deed, of donating your receipt, that’s why you’d, won the prizes, translated…

While I was going to college in Taichung, every time I’d, received a receipt, I’d, always, carefully, placed it, into my wallet, as a poor student, I’d, looked forward to the bi-monthly receipt number drawings, no matter if the prize money are small, it all, helped me out.

But, when I’d gone shopping in certain places, like a bakery I’d frequented often, wherever there are the drop boxes for the donations of receipts “donate your receipts, help save those in a vegetative state” or “help save the children in need”, etc., etc., etc., I’d felt, that those drop boxes were, waving at me, I’d usually, hesitated for three seconds, then, pulled out the receipts I’d received, then, drop them all in.

what those receipt donation boxes looked like查看來源圖片photo found online

At this time, the owner of the shop would usually smile at me, nodded, then thanked me, and I felt the joys, of how these receipts are, going to be put to better use; although I was a poor student, without the extra money for charitable acts, but, doing what I can, is something, that I can do.

And, just like that, something magical happened.

As the receipt digits were posted, I’d, clenched onto the numbered receipts I still had, and, I’d, won, $200N.T.s!  Could this be, that kindness is being, returned!

And so, this, is what happened, because you’d carried that thought of kindness, and so naturally, lady luck would be, on your side, that just showed, how when you perform charitable acts, something good usually happens to you sometime in the future…

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