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A Vietnamese Girl

Connections with an unknown strangers on a flight, how the affinity extends to afterwards, translated…

In September of 2019, I’d rushed back from Vietnam, there was a Vietnamese girl sitting next to me on the plane, silently, reading.

“Hi, are you traveling in Vietnam, young lady?”, I’d broken the silence after the meals were eaten.  “No, I’m from Vietnam, going to Taiwan to study!”  as she’d spoken, there was, that thick, accent.  Because the nurse’s aide we’d hired was also Vietnamese.  She’d shyly introduced herself , “Hi, I am Yu-Hwa, I’m not that fluent in Mandarin!”

I’d started talking to her slowly, and she’d, slowly, opened up to me.  She was the Asian descent, grew up in the poverty stricken farm, her parents worked really hard, carried the bricks, raised the fowls, helped with the planting in the fields, everything.  More than a decade ago, her mother, in order to better the economics of their home, came to Taiwan, and worked for nine years as a nurse’s aide, later, she’d encouraged her daughter to attend the university in Taiwan.

illustration from UDN.com

how these strangers became, like families to one another!

She’d been separated from her own mother at the tender age of eight, she’d often cried when she wasn’t being watched by others.  Her mother worked hard, buying up the estates, the livestock, and a cab for her father too, sacrificed too much already.

“Dad drives a cab, didn’t make that much, so on the weekends, I’d worked as much as I could, that way, I wouldn’t need any money from my family,” my heart went out to this young woman, she’d shyly told me, that this was the first time she’d told her story to a random stranger.  I’d patted her on the shoulders, said that being in the same city, we’d come, to share this, affinity.

By the time the flight landed in Clear Springs Hill Airport in Taichung it was already nine, I’d decided to give her a ride to her school with my husband, it could save her more than a thousand dollars N.T. in cab fares.  We’d exchanged contact information, and told her she was welcome to visit “grandma and grandpa” anytime.

Later, Yu-Hwa went to visit a couple of times with her classmates from Vietnam, and we’d become, more acquainted.  At the start of 2020, MERS-CoV started, Taiwan was in stage three alert, and, it’d, messed up the order of many people’s lives.  The outbreaks halted our gatherings, and yet, we’d, not shared any less of the connections once, she’d called, told me that her classmate had contracted the virus, that she was in the at-home quarantine, we’d swiftly, delivered the needed foods, the medications for her, and we didn’t feel relieved, until we’d learned she was, okay.

A lot of things canceled, she said she’d lost her original part-timing opportunity too, we’d worried about her livelihood, and comforted her at the same time, and we had our friend find her work sorting the mails at night, and it’d, helped her solve the problems of running short on the money needed.

Due to the outbreaks, Yu-Hwa hadn’t returned back to Vietnam for two years, and missed her families.  We hoped to give her some warmth as she needed.  When you’re alone and helpless, if there’s someone there, offering you the encouragements, even if it doesn’t solve your problems, it’s still, a positive, energy.

In June of this year, as parents, we’d, attended Yu-Hwa’s graduation, and we were, moved.  She’d told us, that being in Taiwan for four years, because of the outbreaks, she couldn’t travel around, but, there’s, that thickness of the connection with the people she’d met in her life here, and we too, cherished this, amazing connection of us, similar to that of grandparents and grandchildren’s.

And so, this is on how you’d, connected with a random stranger, and it all started with a simple conversation on that plane, and, the connections that got started on the flights, extended to until they got off, and continued into the young woman’s college careers, and, I’m sure, that it will keep on extending onwards.

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Global Warming Melting Down the Tundra, the Siberian Huskies, the Malamutes’ Population Reduced by Half in Thirty Years

Here’s, MAN’s, BEST friend, getting to become, EXTINCT, due to the effects of, human mistakes, because global WARMING is, caused by us all!!!  Off of the Front Page Sections, translated…

The six giant-sized Greenland huskies leapt up and down in excitement, growling low, excited for that run.  The family who owned these dogs, skillfully harnessed them, then, tied them to the ATV, getting ready to set out.  For half an hour every day, ten kilometers roundtrip, this was Bo’s means of training the dogs.  He’d operated the ATV tours that’s modern, but loved this, cultural, traditions very, deeply.

what people in Greenland are now doing, to keep the sleigh dogs working all year round…

having the dogs pull on the ATV, allowing them to get rid of the energies from the lack of work, and exercises because there’s NO snow! Photo from online

The glaciers are fragile, not fitted to drive the cars on top, the sleighs became the most widely used means of transport.  But in the summers, the dogs had nothing to do, and now, as the temperatures are getting higher, and higher, and higher, the dogs, with the thick double-coats, lay lazily on the land, trying to get the heat down.  If the owners aren’t careful enough, they may easily die from heat stroke.

And now, even as winters are here, the needs of these dogs reduced greatly.  Global warming had caused the surfaces of the oceans to not freeze up again, the melting of the layers of ice, what you couldn’t see from before, places you couldn’t get to, now, the roads, reappeared, the cars that ran on fuel slowly, replaced the uses of the sleigh dogs, and, a lot of people, stopped, raising them.  “In the last thirty years, the numbers of the sleigh dogs reduced too fast, the numbers of Greenland got reduced by half”., Bo told us.

In the third largest city of Ilulissat, there were, 5,000 dogs that had been, taken into, retirement, most of which were put down.  And the dogs were starved in the summertime too, to maintain their drives for work in the winters.  And, as the humans near them, it’d made the dogs think, that it was, chow time, and started growling to beg for their food.  And once one dog started growling, the rest would follow, and, the echoes of their sorrows, resonated through the valleys.

Bo lives in the consistent temperature of Sisimiut, the family loved the dogs like crazy, they’d gone to the breeding grounds to visit with their dozens of sleigh dogs.  As others’ dogs got injured, they were normally, euthanized, but they’d, taken the dogs home, and cared for them until their health returned to close to back to before.

The disappearing lives of the sleigh dogs, and the cultures of sleigh dogs are, heart aching.  He’d thought, that maybe, he could, pair up the dogs with the ATV’s, and use it as a tourist attraction means, “our final goals is to make sure these sleigh dogs continue to survive in Greenland.”

Bo had his daughters demo for us.  And, the fifteen-year-old Luka, and the nine-year-old Nora skillfully operated the gas, and called out loudly, ordered the sleigh dogs, to start running.  The originally spiritless dogs, suddenly, gained their new bursts of energy, pulled the ATVs with ease, leapt in joy.  as the sisters stopped the accelerations, the dogs would look back at them, and, expected to have, a longer, run.

“This is the only way to give the futures back to the sleigh dogs”.  Bo is in search of the lighter ATV’s that run on electricity, as going up the slopes became difficult, the motors can be used to help the dogs haul, it’s very environmentally friendly, and can have the tourists enjoyed the ride on the sleighs pulled by the dogs at the same time.  That way, the dogs will be busy, all year round.

And so, this is how the effects of global warming, how everything is, currently, melting down, has caused this species of dog to, slowly, be of no use, but this man and his families came up with the innovations to give work back to the dogs, and, it’s a great way, for these working dogs to have something to do, because these specific breeds needed to get put to work, and, this can reduce the number of dogs getting euthanized in the area, for not having anything to do, just laying around in the summers.

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The Juliet Who Walked into, That, River

The memories, of how you’d, saved a student from committing suicide, of how she’d, thanked you, by sending you that, package to let you know, that she is now, okay…translated…

On the eve of Confucius’s birthday, I’d recalled something that’s, happened from the past.

I’m a psychiatrist in practice, and worked with the Department of Education, the school instructors, made the lectures of suicide preventing to the instructors in the elementary and middle school levels.  One evening a little more than a decade ago, I’d gone to a middle school by the river in the south of the city to visit.  Recalled that that evening, the seminar held in the evenings was very, welcoming, in the time, I’d had the seventy to eighty instructors in the audience to split themselves into groups of three, sharing within the groups, their encounters of their students’ having mutilated themselves, or suicide attempts, or having lost a student to suicide.

During the break, an experienced female instructor came and told me a story.  This almost retired Chinese instructor told me, that she had taught a girl.  To help her students feel motivated in learning, she’d assigned the play of “Romeo & Juliet” in her Chinese language courses, for the students to fight for the roles that they wanted to play.  As it came time to select the Juliet, normally, it would be the prettiest girl in the class who raised up her hand, but it wasn’t.

Although, she was, hesitant, she’d still, let the girl play the role, as that female student had, wished to play the role of, Juliet.

As the play successfully got finished, this event, got lost, in the busyness of the semester, didn’t leave a single, ripple, it seemed.  What caused the waves, was that winter, on a day too cold.  One day after class, this girl whom nobody noticed, walked out of the school.  Nobody paid any attention, that she’d, walked over the embankment, and, into, the, river.

And maybe, it was, how cold it was on the day.  Or maybe, it’s the person who’d wanted to commit suicide being, hesitant (The to be or not to be), this adolescent finally, made her way, back up the shores, entered back into the school, and, the school officials found her completely wet (maybe, frozen too!).  The thrilled instructors ushered her to the principal’s office, not known what they should, say to her.

illustration from UDN.com

This Chinese instructor recalled, as she was called to the principal’s office, she’d, learned that this young girl had, attempted suicide.  “I wasn’t her homeroom instructor, had no idea of her background, and her situation.  But this kid told the principal, that she wanted, to, see me.”  And yet, being young, the instructor felt anxious then, not known how to counsel a student who’d, just, almost entered into the gates of, hell.

The moment the instructor was forced to walk into the principal’s office, she’d had a thought, pretended that she’d not know what had just happened, as she saw the child, with the fallen leaves stuck on her waist and areas below, she’d, rushed up to her, exclaimed, “My Juliet!  What happened to you?”, and hugged the girl, really tight.

Time flew quickly, as the graduating class graduated, life fast-forwarded close to a full decade’s time.  She’d also, forgotten about this, particular, student, until one day, in school, she’d received a package from that young woman.

Inside it, what would, she find?

She was surprised, and, uneasy, slowly, opening up the package.  There were, the copies of pages of paper.  It was from the girl’s middle school, technical high school, community college, the certifications she’d earned, the awards certificates, and the diplomas.

That evening, in the middle school south of down, that instructor slowly told of the story of then, and hoped, that in the future, in my suicide prevention seminars, she could, share the story she’d, told me.  The instructor looked very, peaceful, but I was, really moved inside.

Actually, in the hundreds of seminars for the past decade or so, I’d not mentioned this story often.  Or maybe, I have, yet to get over the shock it’d, left me, as I’d told this story to the audience, everything stopped whispering, and there was NO sound, and I saw some instructors, secretly, wiping away their, tears.

Confucius birthday comes every year, but I keep on thinking, what, better gift there was, than this, package, on this, day, to celebrate, the teachers?

And so, this is, the huge difference that, a school teacher’s care toward a student can have on the student’s life, this instructor’s hug of the student, helped her turn her own life around, and it’d helped her gain the strengths to keep on going in her life, and the student gave the best present back to the instructor who’d helped her, by sending the package of all of her, important milestone markers, to let the instructor know, that she’s, okay now.

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Who’s Coming to Lunch

The kindness shown, by this young mother, toward a complete stranger, teaching her own young daughter the lessons of how important it is, to care about the world around them, translated…

After the Great Heat, the temperatures continued to rise, the entire island became, baked, I was so hot in the kitchen, I had to, desert my cookware, to escape the battlefields.  This was so totally different than that freeze frame of the three-generations sitting together, with the younger mom, and young child, dressed up to the nines, the elderly woman, in her, floral printed cloth shirt, with the old flipflops.  “The stingy daughter abusing the mom?”  “Troubles between the mother and daughter-in-law?  Intentionally, given her a lesson?” don’t know why, my mind started, running through all the possibilities then.

As they ate, they’d rarely exchanged any words at all.  Are they, following that rule of: silence is golden?  Or, are they, following the etiquettes of eating, don’t talk with your mouth full?  The mother, watched over that young girl, patted her face, wiped her mouth away, with gentle love and care, but to the elder, there’s, the repeated, “don’t hurry, eat it slowly.”  As the steaks were served, the mother cut it up into smaller bits and pieces, pushed it to the elderly woman, told her, to eat it, slowly, to chew it down completely, and yet, there’s, that coldness of tone of voice, and we can’t feel any of the heart of a daughter that’s, well rounded enough at all.

kindness towards, someone who’s in, need

photo from online

But, the elderly woman seemed not to care, just focused on the food that’s, before her, based off of her age, she had, a huge, appetite, like she’d not been fed for a long, long time, that she’s planning on, filling up the vacancy that’s inside of her stomach all at once, she’d, gulfed down the salad that was a tiny hill of green, and had two bowls of soup already, the eight-ounce steak, totally, cleaned off her plate, the chocolate cake, the Boston Crème Pie for desserts, all gone, ice cream…three scoops in a breath…as I watched her, I’d, started, exclaiming inside, “Wow, eating contest winner, I’d, read you, wrong!”

And, the elderly woman finally, burped, and got up, satisfied, “Thank you, ma’am, for treating me to this meal, mighty kind of you!” she’d continued thanking the woman, then, turned around, left.  The young girl lightly complained to her mother, “she stinks!  So sweaty, smelled too, bad…………”, that young mother told the child, “Grandma had been, picking up the recycling materials in the heat, look how hard she was sweating, then, you know how hard she’d worked, to, make a living for herself.”

So, they’re not, a family then, to the point, of never meeting before, it’s a wonder, they’re, eating their own meals, with no words of, exchange.  It’s just, that this young married woman had, passed by the elderly, and, felt sympathetic toward her, and invited her to the meals, and, the elderly was lucky enough, to meet someone kind, and got a fulfilling meal.

The steak meals of less than four hundred dollars, I can pay for it too, but, inviting an unknown elderly to come along and eat with me, that’s, a thought I’d, never had.  The young mother’s, “not giving to her like she’s a charity case, and made sure the elderly’s pride was cared for”, her act of, kindness, it’d, given her own young, the best, example.

And so, this is the story of kindness in the world, that the writer had, observed, and, this young mother is, amazing that she’d, invited this unknown elderly woman, whom she’d bumped into on the streets, noted that she was having a difficult time in her life, and, invited the elderly woman along for a meal, and you just don’t get that enough these days, because, we’re all, keeping our heads down, watching for our own means, we don’t really, have the mind, nor the time, or even, the energy to care about, someone else’s needs, and this young mother was a good example for her own young daughter.

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Lending a Helping Hand, the Students Had the Chances of Turning Their Lives, Around

On offering help to the students from lesser backgrounds, so they can, have a chance to shine, in their fields of expertise, from an educator, off of the Front Page Sections, translated…

On Monday, the office manager of the school we were sponsoring sent a LINE cutoff, it was from the parent of a student; as I’d read it, my heart started aching.  It’d mentioned, that the mother had sent her son to the Saturday talent courses we’d helped sponsored, and, she’d sent her son who’d not performed well in school to the classes, so he can have a goal to motivate himself to learn, so he wouldn’t have too much leisure time on the weekends.  And, a year after taking the courses, her son entered into the WRO competitions, and earned the first place nationally, “I never knew that my son was, so outstanding”, the mother told, that the award had made both her and her husband, ecstatic.

But before Mid-Autumn, the school contacted them, said that their son can represent the country to fly to Germany for competition, but the traveling cost is around $100,000N.T.s.  And they were trapped in the trials, being poor, it was hard enough, keeping enough food on the tables for their children, how can they possibly get the needed amount for their son’s trip?  The father of the child texted, “as we got home, my wife cried through the night.”  Ultimately, they’d decided, to not sent their son to Germany to compete, reading the words, I’d felt the mother’s pains, that sense of helplessness, of knowing that there’s a chance for your young, but you can’t make it, it may be the harshest sort of trial, it’s a wonder, she’d, cried the whole night.

The school department head told them to keep their hopes alive, that the school can help getting enough funding; I’d immediately told this to the board, and the C.E.O. was glad, that our program could help the children become excellent at something; and on the other hand, he’d felt bad for the child, and, didn’t want to see the young lad give up his chance to go abroad to compete, so he’d decided, to sponsor the young lad fully.

To this point, this student, along with another student who also isn’t from a well-to-do home, are both heading off abroad to compete internationally in November.  Actually, there are many cases like these, with the school working hard, to help the students, and the students worked hard, getting the accolades, but, with the joys and the achievements, were the worries of not making enough money to send these excellent students abroad to compete.

Thankfully, from my understanding, there’d been, many enterprises that had been willing to help the children achieve their, dreams, and there were the schools that helped the students, come up with the ways that they could “earn” the amount together, and all of these hard work, are the lights to the children’s, lives, enough to help them get out from the valleys of darkness of their, lives.

The children wrote the board to say thank you, the C.E.O. stated humbly, that it was, the least he could do, maybe, this was nothing for a huge enterprise, but for a child, this may be the chance of a lifetime, to help turn her/his life, around.  A light is, a hope, there are, the stars that shone the hope in this society of ours, looking up at them, they will help us find the motivations to keep on working hard, to give some hope to the children in need.

And so, this is the goodwill of the local charitable foundations, because they see that a child had an opportunity to become recognized, but the families didn’t have enough money, and so, these foundations stepped in, to sponsor them, hoping that this small help (to the foundations!), will help these younger generations find the motivations to keep on excelling in whatever it is that they’re working towards.

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The “Old” in Becoming Elderly

How sometimes, being a little “nosy” can help out, a whole, lot!  Translated…

As the sun hung high up in the skies, I’d parked my scooter, carried my groceries I bought from PXMart, slowly, walking toward my home.  I came across an elderly man, very slim in his body, he’d become, unstable in his pace of walking, and had stopped from time to time, seeing how he’d started, rolling his eyes upward, like he wasn’t, able to see.

Being timid in nature, don’t know what got into me then, I’d gone up to ask, “Mr., what’s wrong with you?”, “I’m out of energy!  My son told me to stay home, but, I’m getting really bored, staying at home alone, and I came out for a stroll, and now, I’m completely out of it, I can’t, get home!”  ahhhhhhhh!  How can this be, resolved?  Thankfully, the elder recited a series of numbers, then told me, “this is the number to the apartment manager’s office.  I don’t know which one’s the correct one, can you help me call, so the apartment manager can give me a lift home?”  I’d taken out my cell phone, and dialed that first series of number he’d stated, but, it’d rung a long, long, long time, nobody answered.

“I don’t think this is the right number”, then, the elderly read the series of numbers, with two of the digits switched, and yet, I’d still, gotten, a number with no one answering on the other end of the line.

“I don’t think that’s correct either”, I’d tried helping him sit down in the chair, but, carrying all of my stuff, and, I’d lose the arm-wrestling match with an elementary school kid, as I’d rummaged through the things, the lady from the shop from across the streets saw me rumbling, with her apron still tied on, she’d come over to help (at this time, I’m really glad, that I’m not the only, nosy one in this world!), and finally, we’d helped the elderly man to the chairs before an afterschool care program.

Then, the elder stated an address, it was close by, and I’d, had the lady from the shop watch him for a bit, then, ran fast to his building, found the super, and told him what had happened, thank heavens, that even though he’d not remembered the right number for the super’s office, but he hadn’t, misremembered his own home address.  And so, I got on one side of the elderly man, the super, on the other, helped him safe and sound.  I am really glad, that I’d not allowed the elderly man to pass out under the scorching sun, because I was fearful.

That was two years ago, and, as I retired, and, with everybody I knew retiring one by one, I’m reminded of how quickly, we’re all, getting old.  I hope, that one day, as an elderly woman like me, walking down the streets, as I come across some sort of a trouble, someone can, be “nosy”, and help me out a bit too………………

And so, this is how being a bit nosy can help a whole lot, like how this woman had, assisted the elderly man in the parking lot of a shopping mart.

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The Connections Made from a Piece of Caramel

The kindness of exchange, that became, a cycle of kindness…translated…

Upon thumbing across the article, “More than Just a Caramel that Stuck” on the eighth, it’d reminded of how as I took my mother back to the hospitals to get treated, there’s a “pretty grandma”, an elderly woman, who’d become connected to us.

It was during the summer, my mother had been having symptoms of dementia and suffered from depression, suddenly lost her ability to swallow, and had to get the feeding tubes in, and it was also during the time that my mother became a frequent “customer” of the neurology department as well.  On the day, we met “Pretty Grandma” in the waiting area, she looked very fashionable, sitting in her wheelchair, wheeled in by a caretaker, she’d greeted us on her own, and introduced herself to us, told us that she is a resident of the nursing home unit of the hospital.  She’d patted at my mother’s arms, told her, “You need to eat more food, so you will fatten up, as we age, we need to gain some weight, to look prettier, to have the defenses.”  As she’d stated, she’d handed my mother, a caramel, my mother smiled bitterly, told the elderly woman, “I can’t swallow!”

Pretty Grandma stated confidently, that for a time, she couldn’t swallow either, that through the physical therapies, she’d regained her ability to swallow again.  Seeing my mother in disbelief, she’d patted my mother’s shoulders, told her, “you must have faith!”, then, the once every month return to the clinic became the gathering of the two elderly ladies, sometimes, they remembered each other, at other times, they would need the reminders to recall who each other is.  The sisters two would chat together, until both of them were done, getting treated, then, they’d bit one another, farewell.  During the time, with the physical therapy, the upping of her food intake, the swallowing practices, and Pretty Grandma’s encouragements, she’d finally gotten off the feeding tubes, and, the caramels became a must-have of their afternoon tea parties.

what the two elderly women, shared…

pieces of caramel…photo from online

That’s how life is sometimes, the best times, usually, gone, in a, jiffy, the final time we saw Pretty Grandma, she’d become nothing but skins and bones, her eyes weren’t focused, with the feeding tubes installed.  Her caretaker told us, that Pretty Grandma’s physical health was deteriorating fast, said that she didn’t want to impact anybody else, that she was going to, starve herself to death.  My mother handed her a caramel, and told her, with a serious means, “You’d told me once that I needed to eat to get well, that as we age, we needed more fat, that way, we would look better, and have enough strengths.”

Pretty Grandma just, looked at my mother, without a word.

And, we hadn’t seen the elderly woman since.  After my mother passed, I’d started volunteering at the hospital, and as I worked my shifts, I’d always have the caramels in my pockets, offered them to those patients with low glucose, or young children getting fussy, I’d, offered them a piece.  What nobody knew, was that these caramels, once told of the stories of the connection of two elderly women who’d met up late in their, lives.

And so, it was because that caramel, that your mother and the elderly woman connected, and, it was a kind gesture from the elderly woman, which helped your mother found her spirits to live back again, and, after the elderly woman passed, and your mother was gone too, you’d gone back to the hospital, carrying those caramel pieces in your pockets, to hand them out to those who are in need of one.

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A Simple Deed

That simple gesture to greet each other, that’s made you connected with the outside world…translated…

Upon reading the article, “Don’t Forget Your Smile”, on July 13th by the writer, Chen, I can’t help but smile.

As the pandemic started, I can’t bear to see my parents, sitting at home with nothing to do all day long, so I’d taken the afternoons when the sun came shining out, to take them to stroll at the vacant riverside park.  To avoid the scorching sun, we’d gone at the set time, and the route is the exact same too, and, after awhile, I’d found those who are, the same as we.

Although dad’s already ninety, he’s still very agile, still clear in thought, and maybe, it’s his rolling around long in the business world, not being afraid of strangers was his strong suit, and not long as we began our strolls, he’d started, greeting others whom he came across, and in the end, it’d become like “Don’t Forget Your Smile”: the smiles you showed others, will produce the unimaginable butterfly effects.”

And now, we still go to the riverside park, other than getting the workout, we are more excited to bump into the cyclist who are riding the bikes, Mr. Chen who is really close to my father-in-law; Mr. Shen who was once a concrete paver before he retired, who’s always dressed nicely, Mr. Shen; Mr. Liao who had knee troubles, and can only ride his bicycle very slowly, with his black puppy running beside him.  These are, all the friends my father’s made by his “simple gestures”.

just say hello!

like this…photo from online

Oh yeah, after the summer started, we’d see a young lady who may be a student, who’d used a steady pace to run next to the river.  The next time, in the unawkward moments, not surprising or shocking her, I want to tell her, “keep working hard!”

And so, these are the regular interactions you came to share with your external environment, and, from that greeting of a simple “hi” or a nod of acknowledging one another, you’d made a friend, that just showed, how important it is, for us to keep on connecting with each other in our external environments, especially during the time of the outbreaks.

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The Ninety-Two Year-Old Elderly Woman from Puli Cared for the Children of Lesser Backgrounds

Some good news here, the legacy of love, of giving, passed down by this, elderly woman here!  Off of the Newspapers, translated…

The founder of Children & Adolescents’ Homes Welfare Foundation in Nantou, Chen passed away yesterday, at the age of ninety-two.  Chen had cancer in her midlife years, beaten it with chemo, she was with the illnesses big and small, but, we see her out, with the drip racks, to the events that cared for the lost youths and the less-fortunate, her actions gained her the reputations of “Grandma of Puli”.  The foundation stated, that it will keep on carrying the goodwill of Chen, to pass the legacy of care, of love shown by Chen while she was still alive.

The elderly woman, Chen didn’t have the opportunities to get an education, but had helped a lot of the adolescents who’d followed the wrong paths, and the younger generations from lesser homes, the Ji-Nan University awarded her the honorary doctorate just last year, the elderly stated humbly, “I wasn’t educated, I’m not fitting to receive this.”, the president of Ji-Nan University, Wu told, that grandma had the heart of mercy, and helped the youths who had gone down the wrong paths to steer themselves back onto the right tracks, she’d used her life as a lesson to teach them, she’s an amazing educator.

Back when Chen was young, she’d lost her mother, was sent to the Chens in Puli as an adopted daughter.  After she married, she had seven children, at age thirty-eight, she had been diagnosed with colon cancer, uterine cancer, and other forms of cancer, she’d not gotten defeated by her illnesses, bravely gone through the chemotherapy treatments, and used her own illness as strengths she’d found, to give to the world around her, helping the children from lesser backgrounds to get an education, so they can turn their own lives around.

the elderly woman, at an event hosted by her foundation, photo from UDN.com

With the support of her husband, Lin, she’d sold the land, the house, and helped built a total of thirteen temples including the Liang-Xien Temple, in 1983, the Liang-Xien Temple became the Yu-Liang Xien Tang Social Welfare Organization, then she’d set up the “Chou Chen Home for Youth and Children”, as a place for the children and youths who are from lesser backgrounds.

More than decades ago, there was an adolescent who got placed in the home by the juvenile courts because he got into fights, he was having the troubles adapting to living in the group home, but the elderly woman found that he’d carried his mother’s picture with him, that he’d often sat in the corners, and cried on his own, Chou Chen told him, “You don’t have your mom anymore, but you still have me!”, it’d helped the adolescent loosen his guards, and stopped getting into trouble, the young man even got into university.  He’d returned to the Liang-Xien Foundation to take care of other adolescents.

The Ji-Nan International University awarded the honorary doctorate to Chen last year.  The elderly woman stated, “I’m uneducated, and reason why I received this award, it’s all due to everybody’s giving, I’m only, a representative, hoping that everybody can help out with these children, to get them educated, so they can contribute to this country.”

The foundation told, that the elderly woman had already set up her own final affairs, and her final wishes were that she didn’t want any obituary, that her final affairs should be simple.

And so, this is an amazing woman, who started up her foundation, to help the youths who are on the wrong paths, to steer them onto the right directions, and, it’s with this amazing love she has, that’s touched a ton of younger generations, and even now after she’s gone, her spirits, her will will, keep on, going on, strong.

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Something Shared

The art of giving presents, it’s better to give than to receive, sure, but, sometimes, it’s okay too, that you just, accept the gifts from someone else, translated…

Someone from my morning line dancing group stuffed a bottle of loofah lotion into my hands, “This is something good, spray it on your face at anytime, it can keep your skin moisturized.  I got it from my neighbors, two bottles for a hundred dollars only!”, I don’t know what her name, or her age, where she lives, only know that for the past year and a half, we’d met up every single day, danced together, sweated it out together.

Instinctively, I’d stated to her, “I’ll give you fifty dollars for it!”, she’d insisted on not taking my money, said that two bottles is way too much for her to use up alone.  I’d smiled, it’d reminded me of how I’d given my friend a book awhile, because his situation then, he could find use for the book I’d given him; several weeks later, he’d told me, “I’m just about done with that book you’d given me, I’ll return it to you soon.”, I’d felt bad, reason why I’d given it to him was because that the book would be better put to use with him, than me.  And so, I’d told him, clearly, one more time, that the book I’d given him, he can keep it, and read it slowly.

For me, sharing is, knowing that this gift is put to better use by someone else, and you have it in your possession to give it away.  The mom whom I’d exercised with, perhaps she saw me inquiring about how the loofa lotion is applied?  And, while I was conversing with my friend about work, I’d thought of the book on my shelf, that maybe, he can take something away from reading it.  And honestly, the sharer of these things, may be happier than the recipient.

The point of sharing is there’s no need of give-and-take.  Earlier as I’d started working, and on the occasions I’d received the gifts, I’d always felt quite stressed out.  I’d gone to the business gathering meals, and had to worry about how to treat those who’d treated me back, worried that I may gain the reputation of not knowing the ways well enough.  An old friend of mine owned a business, every time the holidays rolled around, he’d selected the gifts carefully, to give them to the clients or the enterprise owners with whom he had businesses with, while I, someone who’s not in that realm, was also, in that list of his.  Every time I’d received the items, I’d called him back, “Tastes wonderful!”, “You’re excellent in picking the produces!”, was the only return I’d, ever given to him.  Because the thing about sharing is, “not asking for anything in return”.  So, as someone wants to share something with you, just, accept it graciously.

And so, this is on how it felt on the giving and receiving end of these kindness from others, and, it is, better to give than to receive, and sometimes, people find that you have the needs, and they just have what you need on hand, and they’d given it to you, and at this time, you do NOT need to feel that you’d imposed on them, just say thank you, because, one day not too far, you may have something on you, that is fitting to give to the other person too.

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