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With the Whole City, Looking for a Missing Child with Autism, a Treasure Map of Memories

Thanks to FB, and the members who uses FB, making the recovery of this autistic boy easier, translated…

The Following Morn When She Woke & Had Calmed Back Down, Wanted to Sit Down with Her Son, and that was When She’d Found Him Gone, as Was the Piggy Bank He’d Put His Allowances in Too………

Late one evening, the phone at the office rang, it was a single mother who lives in Taichung, she was hurried and anxious stricken, asked us to help find her son back.

She’d divorced because her husband was abusive, and ever since, she’d been, working hard to care for her young on her own.  The boy had autism and Tourette’s, and needed even more time and mind to care, but, no matter what, he was her own son, and no matter how hard, she’d, bitten down, and worked hard to give her own son the economic stability, as well as her physical companionship.

It’s just that, no matter how great the mother’s love, there’s only just, her alone, and she’s faced with the hardships of livelihood and caring for her own young, and, it’s only natural, that she too, has her emotions, after a day’s worth of hard work, arriving home, faced with her son who didn’t want to hear her teaching, became hard to communicate with, she’d, lost it, and gotten angry at her own son.

The following morn as she’d slept the night off, and calmed down, wanted to have a talk with her son, she’d found, that he was, gone, and the piggy bank that he’d put his allowances in was too…………she’d worried, that her adolescent son had, ran away from home!

She couldn’t find him close by to home, and immediately gone to the police to report him missing, and yet, for seven days, no news.  And, as she was on her way home, she saw the ad of our agency, and so, with that tiny hope, she’d, called us.

Hearing her voice on the other end of the line, I could feel this single mother’s anxiousness and her worries, but because it was already late, even if I started looking for her son, it wouldn’t be, fruitful.  So I can, only record down the information of this child, and promised his mother, that we will, get right on it, the next morn bright and early.

To tell the truth, although, finding the missing persons, catching someone cheating, and tailing someone, are the three biggest businesses of the private investigators’ agencies, but, finding the missing persons is the lowest in charges, with the highest level of, difficulty, with a very low, rate of, success, because there’s not enough leads to go on.  And, even if we can get into the special resources that we’re entitled to gain, it’s normally, quite, unsuccessful.  But this mother’s cries, resonated in my ears, and it’d, made me feel bad for her………

I’d thought hard for the entire night, and, analyzed the best way to approach this problem, and, sorted through my own feelings of worries, waited until the morn, I’d, called my coworkers, to discuss this particular case, swiftly got the information of this kid out, had all hands on deck, working this case, asked them to pay mind to this; the officemates knew the police office in Taichung, and their friends, and asked them to pay attention; those who are active on the internet, sent out the missing persons’ notice on FB, after they’d gotten the okay for the posts with the managers of the groups.

And I knew too well, that this, is all we’re, able to, do, the following was to, just, wait, wait, and wait, and wait, endlessly………

If we’re lucky, maybe, someone will, bump into, this kid.  If not, then, we can only tell this, single mother, that we’d done the best we could—and that, was the situation I hated the most.

Maybe, it was because I’d not lived with my mother growing up, I couldn’t defend myself against “a mother’s tears”.  In our past cases, whenever there’s a mother who’d come asking, I’d worked my best, to help them out, and it didn’t matter if the cases were next-to-impossible, I’d forced myself to do it until “there’s nothing more that I can do”.

Watching how my coworkers posted the FB fans page of our office the missing person’s ads, I’d stressed on which ways there are still, to help us recover the teen.  At this time, a pop-up came on FB, the missing persons’ notices get a lot of hits, we can place an ad, to get this post out to more people out there.

Normally, I’d felt, that this was FB’s spin of getting us to place the ads with them.  But at this time, I’d suddenly had a brand new thought: “isn’t FB ads regional?”

illustration from UDN.com

we finally found him!

I’d done a minor experiment first, found that my theories were, correct, then following, I’d immediately started discussing the matters with my officemates who are in charge of the ads.  Through the ads systems of FB, I’d posted the “Missing Person” ad of my company’s fan pages onto the clientele of Taichung areas, hoping to get more usable, helpful information.

Everything went well, not long thereafter, the fans group started receiving the help from the members of the online community: there were those who’d called us to ask for more details of the case, said that they would be happy to head out onto the streets to look for the child, from McDonalds, the train stations, the local parks, there were sightings of the boy it’d seemed.

Based off of the reports of those who are out looking, this kid, as soon as he’d realized that someone was zoomed in on him, he’d run off, and, it’d, made all of these helpful people from online feel, defeated.

“Don’t feel like that, your message is great help to us already”, every time I’d read the responses of the online community, we’d showed our gratitude for their assistance.  This isn’t courtesy, it’s, the truth, because although these individuals weren’t able to stop the kid from running off, but, through the entire mapping systems, we could already, see a pattern of where he’d run to and from.

I’d opened up the map for the metro of Taichung, and, started mapping out the routes based off of the reports from the online community, to guess at where this kid will show up to next, and, sent my coworkers out to the regions.

Early the following morn, someone from online told, that he’d sighted the child in front of the train station.  The coworkers who were right in the close vicinity went there immediately.  Not long thereafter, I received a call, “Bo, we’d, found him!”

The coworker told, that the child was cared for by the local homeless population.  Being on his own for days on end, he’d become, fatigued and too hungry, but, his physical health and mental states were both, fine.  As I’d heard this, I’d finally, felt, relieved.

And this was, the only time I wanted to thank Zuckerberg.  A platform online, had helped the people tapped into their own kindness, their passions, and it’d helped a single mother relieved of her worries for her son.

I’d never thought of using the ads as a missing person’s, and, trying it out, it’d, yielded the outcomes we wanted.  But, if Zuckerberg can change that god DAMN algorithm, and give us back our, normal number of hits, I shall be more grateful to him for it.

And so, this is how FB had, helped in the recovery of this autistic child who’d, run away from home, and this still showed, how the internet can be helpful sometimes, and, the boy was returned to his mother, safe and sound, without a scratch, thanks to the local communities, the online communities, that all chipped in to help recover him, and send him back to his mother.

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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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On the Way to the Library

What this walk around the school brought you, understanding of life, wisdom, and a bit of the scents of, letting go, even???  Translated…

It was the springtime when the outbreaks started back up again, the stage three alert that’s taken over this city made everything quiet, and slower paced.  The dormitory that’s been listed as a cultural asset, fell silent, after the rain underneath the blue skies as well; after all, it’s a place you really wanted to go, you’d felt lighter in your, steps then.  Based off of the beliefs of the experts, “walking is the best form of defense against contraction”, as the alerts of the outbreak came on again, you’d come to the campus of this school to walk, using your status of an alumnus to enter the school’s libraries.

At that time, the tracks of the contracted gained widespread attention, seeing the messages of the groups of LINE: “I’d researched the tracks of the contracted, found, that none went to the bookstores, the libraries………so, the safest place during this outbreak is places with the books………”, I can’t help but grinned, am I glad, that these are, my most frequent hangouts?  Nope, but, being stuck in the boredoms of the outbreaks, I had, needed, that good laugh!  Borges stated, “I’d always imagined heaven to be some sort of a large library”, for you, heading into the libraries, it’s a temporary escape out of the nitty-gritties of the kitchen, the household chores that bogged you down, giving you that time alone you loved to enjoy on your own the most.

Resting in the libraries, you’d hoped to call out the various times, becoming someone else, it’s a sort of a cross between reality and fantasy.  The trees green after the rain, glowed that fresh new green of leaves, suddenly, Virginia Woolf’s word came, “the women needed the escort or the recommendation letters from the college researcher to enter into the libraries”, that was written back in 1920, showed of how sexist the British society was back then, today, it seemed, funny, and odd, but you’d, examined your own passages of growth, noted the tracks that remained on your life from the patriarchy too.  Here, you’d once, bumped into a group of outstanding young ladies, helping each other grow, in the enlightenment of learning, so youthful, the students mostly came to study here, due to their families’ expectations, “there will be fitting jobs for women after you graduate”, was the persuasions for you all.  Thirty years came and went quickly, once you were so obedient, so passively in accepting whatever handed to you, and now, do you, love yourselves, a little, more than those who came before?

illustration from UDN.com

My dear, as you say your prayers, who do you pray for first?  The freedom of thought in age, already returned our own brains back to us, but, in the unawareness, our spirits, still got bound by the social roles, the labels.  You’d walked up those heavy steps, the mirror in the grand hall was the first thing you saw, like it was the first time you ever saw it, but, that reflection, reminded you of just how hard time had left its tracks on you.  The gentle breezes brought the fresh scent of the grasses, before the ladies’ dorms, the yearly bloom of the gardenias, familiar, yet, quite, distant, the dreamy color of the eggs, felt distant, and like a dream to you, and, you were reminded of that older schoolmate who ws kind, and warm, she’d, stayed in her marriage, guarded by the laws, in actuality, she was left alone in a marriage with that cheating husband, raised up her children alone on her own, in the decades of time, the malignant tumor started taking over her, and, spread through the seasons, as she’d found the tumors last spring, in a few short months, she’d, gone, and you couldn’t say your proper farewell to her in the outbreaks.

The times pushed you forward, the gardenias covered in raindrops stay scented.  The days shadowed over by the outbreaks, how much the world had, changed, in the tempo and rhythm of nature, you can still find back that constant, that, calm, and so as you’d hummed “To Oneself at Fifty”: “We shall keep on trekking, keeping moving forward…………hearing those sounds that had been, etched deep in our, hearts………”, you’d found, that even with the mask on, tears falling down, you can still, smile, there are still something worth you expecting, something joyous in being, alive.

And so, this, is on the passages of our lives, we are all hit hard by the outbreaks, with the different lifepaths we travel on our own, and, some of us may have it easy, some, hard, but that’s just how life is, everybody is different, and yet, we’re, all the same.

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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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Companionship at Old Age

GET a D-O-G, that’s my ADVICE!!!

Companionship at old age, someone who can, take care of me, as I age, someone with whom, I can, connect with intimate (not SEX!!!), someone with whom I can, share my innermost feelings with, someone who will, accept me for who I am…………

Companionship at old age?  Yeah, be your own companion, because if you can’t even, get alone with yourselves from before, and if you’d, failed to set up that tight-knit connection to your own loved ones, what the #$%@ (maxed!) makes you think, that your next-of-kin will, want to, stay close to you?  After all, it is, too important, that we surround ourselves with those whom we are, related to by blood (our offspring, next-of-kin, relatives, spouse, etc., etc., etc.), right?

how nobody wants to end up with…

living alone, in the, darkness…photo from online

Companionship at old age, very important, because, the lack of socialization, can make your brains deteriorate more quickly, than the original speed that your brains, deteriorate at.  Companionship at old age, not just anybody at random, but those that you cared for, raised when they were children, and, because you’d taken care of them, put clothes on their backs, foods into their stomachs, provided for their school tuitions, there’s, NO reason why they wouldn’t want to be near you, when you’re, old and gray, right???

WRONG! Despite how much you think you’d, given to your children, if you can’t make them feel the love you have for them, who’s to say, that they won’t turn out as ingrate like I became one, huh???

And yes, this is still, from the life and times, of a total INGRATE: ME!!!

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The Warmth of that Glow

How you went from being the bully of an outcast of the class, to siding with her, becoming her best friend, translated…

Before Christmas, my good friend, Yu-Jeng sent a surprise to me, it was her own handmade mistletoe wreath.  With the card in the box that it came in, with the words, “Hope the warmth of the symbols from this keep illuminating both our hearts.”  As I read how delicate her handwriting, which hadn’t changed for years, I’d found, that this woman seemed to have forgotten, that twenty years earlier, she’d already, shone that light on my life already.

I met Yu-Jeng when I was only twelve.  Back then, my behaviors were, foolish, and I’d, had, many enemies in my classes in middle school, and, a group of girls, sent her to undercover to act as my friend, to get the intel on me, so they can, take advantage of me, and, just as they’d expected, being outcast by the class, I’d, quickly become, besties with Yu-Jeng; it’s just, that the “enemies” not long after we were friends, sent out the message of how she was, an “undercover spy”, to attempt to get Yu-Jeng to become loyal to the group again, and gain my trust in them.

As I’d, heard these rumors, I’d not prodded Yu-Jeng for the truth, perhaps, it’s how I’d turned, after being victimized by bullies too long, I’d, gone soft, we became friends, and, if the affinity is there, then, we shall stay friends, and if not, then, no big deal.  And, a few days later, Yu-Jeng pulled me into the girls’ bathroom, and, told me everything, and, the summation of what she said was this: “Compared to you, I think, they’re, the weird bunch!”

And so, I’d, turned the undercover.  And, for the days that followed, Yu-Jeng stood up, fearlessly, against the pressures of our peers, and, stood by my side, we’d, turned in our, group work reports, run the laps together for P.E., solved the equations in math together, eating all our lunches for the three years of middle school together.  She’d not even 150 centimeters in height, and, as the wind blew too hard on the days of the typhoons, the wind was, carrying her off, and yet, in that, tiny frame of hers, there’s, enormous, courage to stand up for me against her peers, no matter how thick the smoke, how hard the cannons, the gun fires came towards me, she’d always, stood, shoulder-to-shoulder with me.  Those days of, being an outcast, being singled out, it was her, who’d, illuminated, my memories.

After the generalized exams of our third year, I’d, tested into the academic track, she, into the community college high school programs.  During those years without the communication apps, every day before our birthdays we’d, texted to one another to meet up, then, I’d, entered into university from high school, married after graduation, become a full-time housewife, she’d tested into the university from her community college track, started working at a firm, then, switched tracks, then, entered into marriage.  The reality may have, baptized us of that wildness of our youths, but, these sorts of deep connections, became ever the more precious as the years pass by.  These couple of years, because how busy I had been, I’d lost track with a lot of my old friends, and, even if as I was too busy, too stressed, Yu-Jeng would still remember me for me, when I felt too tired to carry on, she’d, sent me a text of encouragement, or a gift.

Up to here, I’d, picked up that wreath she’d sent to me——the light scent of cinnamon, lowkey, but, awakening, just like the small-framed woman, seemingly cold and aloof, after getting along long enough, there’s that flow of warmth from her.  Even as twenty years had flown by us, she’d still, stubbornly, looked after my heart, like that source of stable light, pulled me back as I was about to fall.  I’m too blessed, to have a friend who knows when I’m weakened by my own trials of life, who’s willing to, give me a hand to help pull me up.

And so, this, is how the depth of connection from your school years lasted until you are both adults, and, because yoiu broke out of the “norm” of your clique, and started, standing by the outcast who’d become, your close friend and confidant, and because of those earlier years of comradery, that’s why the two of you are still, connecting with one another to this very day.

Friends for L-I-F-E here is what you’d made!

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Best Friend

The guardian of the threshold, who’d helped this individual, connect with others, that s/he originally felt awkward, and not comfortable enough in doing, we all need someone like this in our lives at one time or another, translated…

I’d always been too shy growing up, and didn’t have that many good friends, although I’m not completely an outcast of my class, but I’d, always, stayed by myself.  Those girlfriends who’d gone to the drinking fountain to get water together, going to the restrooms hand-in-hand, I’d never had the experiences of.  I’d originally thought, I would, be alone like this until I grow up, but him being there, helped me changed this, sorrowful, predicament.

Don’t know when he’d started, noticing me, but I always remembered those first words he’d blurted to me, “hi, can you lend me a pen?” and from a pen, my story started getting, rewritten.

someone who helped us, fit in…

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from online

After I’d lent him that pen, he’d started, borrowing things from me more frequently, even nicknamed me “the Kind”.  He’d introduced me to the circle of his own friends, and when we divide up in groups, he’d, gotten me in too.  As I’d become more aware, we’d become, inseparable then, the best of, friends.

Because of him, more and more people in class started noticing me, and on the way to school, I would get greeted by others too, I’d felt that I’m, a part of, the class now.  I’d become, more connected with the class, and, whenever the group activities were assigned to us, I no longer felt, as, anxious.

Many years later, we’d lost touch, but my gratitude toward him still didn’t get reduced one bit.  If we have the chance of bumping into one another again, I want to tell him, “Hey, thanks!”

And so, this is someone who’d, acted as a threshold guardian to you in your schooling years, he’d helped you open up a bit, so you would feel more connected with everybody who’s around you, and you no longer felt, as isolated and alone in the class.

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When You Get Depressed…

Hey, don’t drag ME down with ya!  I just, climbed out, of that HOLE, not long ago, and yet, it’s, your, turn…

When you get depressed, my skies, stays dark, with the shadows, and the thunder clouds, rolling in the distances, coming, near, near, and nearer, threatening that huge storm.

When you get depressed, get your self out, I don’t CARE what you need to do, see that therapist, pop a ton of pills, eletroconvulsive therapy even, just, get it, F-I-X-E-D already!

like this…

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photo from online

When you get depressed, it affects me too, because I’m, your wife (yeah, uh and you wish!!!), and, being, an emotionally-connected couple, we feel, EVERYTHING that one another’s, going through (and I still wonder, WHY can’t you go through MY labor pains for me here!!!).  When you get depressed, I knew better than to get in your way, I’d, ducked for cover, hide, underneath, anything I can find, and, keep my fingers crossed that it’s (whatever I’m hiding under???) sturdy enough, that my protective covers, don’t get, blown…………………

And yet, I still, get, H-I-T, by your thunder, lightning, and everything that, hurts!

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With Tar Covering Up His Shoes, Huang Built the Bridges, Paved the Roads, for Thirty Years

Here’s a man, who’d, given everything he’s got, to better the lives of those in his, hometown, off of the Newspapers, translated…

Every morn, as the skies just turned white, Huang put on his work boots, and readied for work, headed out, this pair of tar-covered, heavier as the days went by pair of work boots of his, had followed him, as he’d, paved many a bridge, filled up, a ton of potholes on the roads, and, he wouldn’t dispose of them, until, they’re, opened up at the front.  As soon as he left his home, the Jia-Yi Goodwill Group’s road fixing crew is already, speeding close, the workers greeted each other good morning, Huang got on, and started the daily routines of fixing up the roads he’d begun some thirty odd years back.

The seventy-eight year-old man, Huang worked as a volunteer paver of local roads, builder of bridges, from before, because his older sister lived close to the office of the goodwill group, she’d gotten involved in volunteering first, and, she saw that he was leisurely on the weekends, she’d pulled him along, for him to exercise his muscles and bones, to help building the bridges, and, he’d become, “stuck” in this calling once he’d, started scraping the sands together, moving the concretes a day at a time, he’d laughed and said, “I can’t go back now!” of his volunteer work.

the man…photo courtesy of UDN.com

黃萬枝總站在第一線做最辛苦的工作。記者卜敏正/攝影

He’d told, that at the start of his volunteer career, he was still working at a public office, and he’d started, moving the items, digging for the foundations, mixing the concrete, although he felt tired in his body, but he was, more, fulfilled then, and since, he’d gone to help build the bridges every single week.

He stated, that over a decade ago after he’d retired, there are more time then, for him, to help pave the roads, later he’d, bought a professional tar truck that helps pour down the tar on the roads, more sturdy after the roads were, paved.

黃萬枝的工作鞋沾滿黑色瀝青,他卻認為方便工作。記者卜敏正/攝影
with his shoes covered in tar…photo from UDN.com

“The foreman, Huang was always first!”, the C.E.O. of his group, Goodwill Chiayi, Kuo told, that every time Huang helped with building of the bridges, to patch up the roads, he’d always stood first in line, worked the hardest job, his face was often covered in dusts, ashes, with that heavy layer of tar covering up his work boots, and others around him reminded him that he should get a brand new pair, he’d smiled and said, “the boots now withstands high heat, easier for me to work in!”

And so, this is how you can become, generative (in generativity vs. stagnation???) after you retired, find that something you can pour your hearts and soul into, and just do it, like this man, who saw a need, and, provided it.

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Point of Origin

One small act of kindness, and how it, generates, into, more and more, acts of kindness, affecting the individual on the receiving end of that kindness at first, then, expand outward, into the world, it all starts, with something tiny here!  Translated…

There’s a tiny sea turtle pin that I own, gold in color, about three, to four centimeters in size, it’s normally, kept inside that wooden box by the headboards of my bed, like it was, some sort of an heirloom, only on the special occasions, would I use it.  Because this sea turtle pin gave me the courage, to get up on stage.

Remembering back in college, my appointing professor had me stand in as the announcer of an international conference, to introduce all the sea turtle experts from in and out of the country, one of the lecturer from Hawaii saw that I was nervous, as I’d confirmed with him on the pronunciation of his name, he’d, especially, slowed down his speaking speed, and used the simple words in English, “don’t worry, you will, do well!  You’re still young, there are many more opportunities for you to get on stage in your future!”, then, he’d, handed me, this sea turtle pin, for it to wear it on my coat.

And, can’t imagine, that many years later, I’d, become, a lecturer of advocate of ocean environmental protection, while this lecturer, whom I’d called, “Grandpa Sea Turtle”, he’d become, my friend, and mentor too.  And even now, this sea turtle pin, was not only an item that brought me good luck, it was, also, a reminder.  Reminding me of the truly important things in my life, that the purpose of it all, is to, make someone feel good, comfortable, the kindness too tiny to take a note of, that is, the most, precious, gift we can, give to, one another.

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like this, how an act can create, a huge, ripple! from online

And so, this, is on how someone noted how nervous you were about making the speech, and offered you that peace of mind, to help you relax, and, you’re now, passing this cycle of kindness that was, once, shown to you, because the important thing in life is, making a tiny difference in the lives, of others.

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