A Child without Christmas

A child without Christmas, because s/he is orphaned, without love of anybody, left abandoned, in those drop boxes outside of those age-old churches…

A child without Christmas grows up, experiencing nothing BUT the icy cold weather, the coldness of other people’s stares, because s/he is unloved and unwanted.

here’s someone who probably wouldn’t experience Christmas as something wonderful, photo from online…

A child without Christmas, becomes lost around the holidays, and, everywhere s/he looks, there’s, so much love flowing from others’ lives, and, s/he grew even more resentful of life and fate!  A child without Christmas, how, does a child grow up without Christmas?  How can a child, NOT know ANY love, and still live to grow up into adulthood?  Or, maybe, the child without Christmas, had died, a long, long, long time ago, and, s/he became, another Ghost of Christmases Past?

A child without Christmas, feels the pain, creeping up, as the Christmas season draws near, and, s/he stopped, heading outdoors by mid to late-November, because the “scent” of the season grows stronger, as the year nears end………

how can you possibly think about what you’re getting for X’mas IF you can’t even have your most basic needs filled from day to day?  Photo from online…

An Elementary School Girl Used Her Scholarship Prize Money to Help Support Her Household, Two Elderly Men: Let Me Help Her Too

Kindness from all around, from the Newspapers, translated…

“Do let me help her!”, the special report from the papers this March about how the elementary school age girl, Wei-Han Wang lived with the low-income assistance money from the government that supported her family of four, consisting of her grandparents, and an older brother, how although life was hard, she’d not gotten beaten by it. As the newspaper printed her story, “Grandpa Yeh” came to the school himself, and told the officials he’d wanted to sponsor Wei-Han Wang by the month, and “Grandpa Chen” sent a letter, with cash enclosed, it’d warmed up Wei-Han Wang and her grandmother’s heart.

The news report pointed out, that Wei-Han Wang was only in the fourth grade, and yet, she’d accumulated a whole STACK of awards, from when she was in the first grade, she’d received $2,000N.T. for scholarship for excellent academic performances, which she’d turned into her grandmother, to help the household, and she’d earned scholarship money from a foundation too.

A week after her story was told after March 10^th, an eighty-year-old elderly C.E.O., Yeh went to the elementary school to visit, after he’d met the principal, Chen, he’d shown her a newspaper clipping from his wallet, told her, “I want to help her out!”

Grandpa Yeh said, he grew up poor, that he’d started his business from nothing too, that now he has the abilities, and he was very moved by the young girl, Wang’s story, wanted to give her a better life, and so, he’d made the trip to Bitou, and expressed how he’d wanted to help Wei-Han Wang out each and every month.

The principal, Chen was moved, told him, that Wei-Han’s grandmother believed that there are those less fortunate than she, and turned Grandpa Yeh’s offer down, but Grandpa Yeh helped install the wind-resistant windows, he’d also bought the cleaning equipment for the outside walls of the school to help the school, so the kids won’t have to sit through the cold winters in class.

a photo of the young girl in school, courtesy of the UDNpapers.

Several months later, on August 23, the elementary school received a registered mail signed by “Grandpa Chen”, with the newspaper clipping, and $6,000N.T. cash; Grandpa Chen who teaches as a professor at Poli-Sci University said, that he thumbed across the story about Wei-Han in the newspaper, he was very moved by the hardworking mannerism of the young girl, he’d clipped the news off, and placed it in the first page of his notebook, and would read it once every single day.

Awhile ago, he’d passed by the local office of the Department of Education, he’d asked the secretary there for the address of Wei-Han Wang’s school, wanted to send her something, also, to fulfill the wish he’d carried, for so long already.

As the Wangs received Grandpa Chen’s money for help, they were very moved, and, Wei-Han told the press happily, that after she’s older, she too, will help others in need as well.

the letter written to the young girl by the elderly man who’d donated to help her and her family out, from UDN.com…

So, this, is how the cycle of kindness gets passed down, because someone saw something that moves him on the news, and, decided to help the person in need, and, the person in need who received the help, was touched, and she’d made a wish too, to help someone else in need when she’s able to, and so, the cycle of kindness is also, rolling here………

 

The Debris of Childhood

We’re all, impacted by this, because they (whoever they may be???) still don’t call it “growing pains” for nothing, do they?  Nope!

The debris of childhood, we’re all, feeling the impacts of the destructions, at various stages in our lives, and for some, because they refused to acknowledge, that their childhoods are so FUCKED up (and your point being???), that they needed a lie to live in, and so, they’d made up this HUGE wonderful lie, that they actually had amazing parents who loved them.

The debris of childhood, had you been impacted yet, I had, my life was sent, on that CRASH course, and, I was tossed, from that rollercoaster called my own life, but, I’d held on, refused to let go, and that, was how I was able to survive!  The debris of childhood, are you ready, to face it, up front?  Can you, handle the truth, that your parents may be like mine: abusive AND neglectful?  Because NOBODY can choose her/his family of origin, that, is why all families of origin is a SOURCE of pain for all!

Child, a Poem

And no, this is still NOT my picture, found it online…

Translated…

The winter’s sun managed to

Dry up the dampened verses taped on my back

And, all those who are behind me

All looked upon my back curiously

But, there was just, one child who’d just

Learned to read

Who’d started, reciting the verses on my back

This just shows how pure children are, because, as an adult, we’d been taught, not to do things, that it would be impolite, but, sometimes, it takes a child, to point out to us, the oddities of what’s happening, like that kid in The Emperor’s New Clothes, that pointed out that the emperor wasn’t wearing anything. 

The Parents Took Care of Earning the Incomes During the Summers, Leaving the Kids Without Smiles During Their Summer Vacations

Summers are hitting the children, especially hard here!!!  From the Front Page Sections, translated…

The Child Welfare League conducted a research on the cases that social workers followed up on since last December from January 6 to February 27, toward the families whom the social workers had followed for three months.  The findings showed, that as the summer vacation started, without the nutritious meals provided by the schools, nearly forty-percent of school age kids didn’t get their lunches every day, and, even if they had lunches daily, thirty-seven percent of the kids didn’t have enough nutrition, twelve percent of the children are eating leftovers every single day.

On top of that, nearly sixty percent of the children needed to help out around the house, thirty-one percent had to work as nannies, to help babysit the younger siblings, twenty-two percent needed to work outside the home, to help make money for the household, to to get one’s own tuition for next semester.  Fifty-seven percent of the children don’t have adult supervision at home this summer, twelve percent of the kids didn’t see their parents as they headed off to bed, nearly thirty percent of these children only saw their parents once per week.

“Happy” who is in the fourth grade lost his mother when he was real young, his father was diagnosed with stomach cancer six years ago, the family economics are hounding down on him, every single summer, he’d gone to the fields to work in the scorching sun, and, his tiny arms are filled with wounds from the cuts from the grass, but, to help lessen the load on his cancer-prone father, he’d never made a single complaint; recently, his grandmother had a stroke, toward the summer that’s coming, Happy told, that he just wanted to work harder in the fields, so he could help make more money for his family.

“Sunny”, who’s also in the fourth grade, lived in the distant regions, there are four members of his family, and because there were no pipes in his house, he and his family had to use the underground water for cleaning and drinking, and, if the weather got cold, the family would burn wood, to heat up the water for use.  Sunny’s father is ill, the family lived off of the migrated mother’s less than $20,000N.T. pay from the factory, in order to take care of his mildly retarded younger brother, he’d bathed him, fed him, took care of his own younger brother’s daily living, without a word of complaint.  When the reporters asked him about his wish for the summer, Sunny said, “It would be wonderful, if my family and I can travel some place for a day!”

These wishes, seemed so simple to us all, but, they are all, distant and hard-to-reach dreams for these kids, because they were born, into difficult situations, and yet, they still all faced the challenges in their separate lives, with a positive attitude, and that, is something we can all take from.

A Child Who Kept Her Optimism, No Matter How Many Times She Fell Off Her Bicycle

Falling off, and getting back on again, no matter how many times it takes!  Translated…

My third grade daughter still couldn’t ride a two-wheeler, awhile ago, when there was a long holiday, we’d taken the liberty, signed her up, for the “Bicycle Superman Camp”, as she’d heard the name of the camp, she felt it was super cool, and couldn’t wait for the day to come so she could go.  On that very morning, our whole family drove to the Riverside Park, the participants are kids from first to sixth grade, and, it was everybody’s first time learning to ride a two-wheeler, starting from ground zero.

Before the practice began, everybody must put on the helmets, with the protective gear, my daughter felt more at ease.  Shed’ conquered her fears, bravely followed the words of her coach, to glide downhill, walked her bicycle back up the slope, then, glided down again, repeated the procedures several times, she’d learned to control the handlebars, as well as maintained her balance.  At times, I’d worried, that she might feel that it was annoying, having to repeat the same things over and over again, but, there wasn’t any facial expressions from her that showed that she was impatient at all, instead, she’d enjoyed this basic training.  The coach’s professionalism, plus the power from her peers, she’d told me happily, “It’s so fun, learning to ride a bicycle!”

In the afternoon, the real riding starts, the coach put the pedals on everybody’s bicycles, helped everybody onto the seats, at first, as they’d started pedaling, a million things went wrong, someone fell and injured oneself, started wailing on the ground; some chose to get back up, and try it again, and my daughter, she’d put up her smiles, with a straight face, practiced, with a sense of fear.

There was a smaller built third grade girl, she just couldn’t manage it at all, started in the morning, she’d kept her smiles radiant; even if she’d fallen, she still didn’t cry.  This strong child had gotten my immediate attention.

Close to the end of the cycling lessons, my daughter and other kids can already ride their bicycles around on their own, only she still couldn’t.  But, at the end of the activities, the little girl received an award.  Turns out, that the coach found, that as she’d learned to ride the bicycle, she’d kept that positive attitude, no matter the results, a child who can face defeat with such optimism, is worth commending.  I also hope, that my daughter, whether it be learning to ride her bicycle, or anything else in life, can take after that little child, face her defeats with an optimism, and, learn the lessons.

And so, this, is from watching the goings on of the world, and, this little girl who still couldn’t ride her bike at the end should be awarded, for her hardworking mannerism, because she NEVER gave up, just kept getting BACK on that bike as she fell off each and every time, and, that, is the attitude she will carry in life, and she’s already won, with that persistent, never-quitting attitude.

Through Play, We Observe…

This, is how we do it!

Through play, we observe, because playing IS work, for children who are very young, and, because they LACKED the verbal communication skills to tell you, the ADULTS what is happening in their lives, that, is why, you, stupid (because that, is what you ALL are!!!) parents need to be keeping an eye on how your kids are playing.

For instance, if your baby boys are becoming more and more violent with their cars, causing a TON of CRASHES, or getting that eighteen-wheeler to turn OVER a lot, then, that should be a SIGNAL to you, but, do you notice?  No!  besides, you are so god DAMN fucking busy, with your own lives.

Or, how when your little girls started spanking their dolls on the bums, and call them “BAD!”, or how when your little girls tear those head off those Barbie Dolls, that, is NOT normal playing, and that merely means, that they’d experienced something awful, bore witness, to something AWFUL, that they can’t tell you about!

Through play, we observe, but, we can’t, we get side-tracked by that cell phone that’s ringing, and, we can’t turn off those i-Pads or whatever, because we’re all, TRACKING the “movements” of those so-called “friends” we have on FB.  Through play, we observe, and we understand, what, exactly the children ARE telling us, without using ANY form of verbal communication, but, do we, pay enough attention?  HECK no!  Nobody EVER paid ANY attention when I was FUCKING those dolls of my childhood, and, that, was how I’d DIED, a very, very, VERY long time ago, and here I still am, bringing about AWARENESS, on HOW you all need to be BETTER parents, and, am I a mommy?  Hell no!  And besides, my EMILY had been DEAD, since 2008………