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Caring for the Elderly Who Live Alone, Mei Had Been Delivering the Meals for Five Years to Date

Here’s some, good news, to lighten everything UP, in spite, of how everything ELSE had gone to H-E-L-L here!  The kindness, the heart of this woman who’d delivered the meals as she hoped to bring some light into others’ lives, truly amazing!  Off of the Newspapers, translated…

Mei who retired from the office of UBus heard that the Chiayi Christian Hospital is recruiting crewmembers to make the meal deliveries, and she’d entered in; in five years she’d been making the meal deliveries, she’d also, recruited her loved ones to join in too.  She told, the meals we deliver not just gives the elderly persons a meal, but also, the warmth of our greetings to them.

At age sixty-five, Mei told, that as she’d gone to make the deliveries of the meals to the elderly who were in their homes, and some were bedridden, and with the hardships in their household economics, that’s what drove her to want help.

At first, she’d only made the supper deliveries on Wednesday evenings with a senior volunteer with her, then, she took on the entire chain, the lunches and suppers from Monday through Saturday, fifteen packed lunches, and eighteen suppers.  Mei told, some of the elders lives alone, with no children around them, and they don’t live in an environment that’s convenient enough, they truly needed the assistance from the outside world.

the woman, delivering the meal to an elderly woman, photo courtesy of UDN.com

Mei also pulled her friends onboard the volunteer meal deliver crews, to date, she’d gotten five more partners onboard.

she said, a lot of the elders don’t go out, they don’t have many friends either, and they’d looked forward to seeing the volunteers, because the volunteers not just made the meal deliveries, the volunteers would greet them, to chit chat.  And there are the elders who are guarded toward outsiders.  She’d used her time, her patience, her kindness, to deliver the meals to them, and now, they’re all friends.  She said, even though, she’s a nobody, she still hoped to bring some warmth, using her means, giving the world some positive, energies.

And, this is how powerful ONE is!  This is only a woman, who’d started in the meal delivery crews, and in her delivering the meals, she’d noted the needs of the elderly who required this service, and she’d reached out to them, pulled her families, friends, relatives onboard the program, spreading the kindness to others in her life, touching not just those whom she’d delivered the meals to, but also, helped those who volunteered alongside her, to know the importance, of giving to others as well.

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The New Year’s Resolution of the Ordinary People: the Ending of MERS-CoV, War, & Inflation

The lights in the darkness, as we’re, still, not yet, out of, the darkness, but there’s that dawn that’s, coming on, in the, distance, if only we can all, look closely, and treat those whom we encounter with, kindness, as this world, slowly, heals back up…off of the Front Page Sections, translated…

Going to the super convenience shops, the cashier whom I knew well told me, that the elderly woman’s son is dead.  The elderly woman is a frequent customer, she’d often shopped there, and sat for an entire afternoon, and she had only her son with him, her life is, lonely.  The younger generations of cashiers and workers all loved the kind elderly woman, and when they’re not working, they would carry in conversation with the elderly woman.

The elderly woman had often come to pay for her own son’s traffic fines, and she’d started, ranting, “Told him to drive slow, he didn’t listen, always sped, and gets caught, and disregarded the fine notices, I can’t stand it, so I’d, paid for the fines for him…”, the clerk told her to get hard on her son, to NOT pay for his fines again.  And yet, the next time, the elderly woman still came, to pay, and still kept, telling how bad her son is.

Not long ago, the elderly woman came into the shop to print something, she’d looked sad, and, I’d asked her what happened?  She’d told me sorrowfully, that her son is, gone, he’d contracted MERS-CoV, and was, getting better too, but, with a progressive conditions, he’d still, died.  And so, all of us, tried our best, to offer her console best as we can, as the New Year’s arriving soon, her being alone, it’d, impacted us so very, much.

An elder told me, that she’d seen the news of the pandemic growing worse again in China, and the Russo-Ukrainian Conflict that’s, caused the people to be without their homes, and all those footages she saw on T.V., made her heart break, and so, she’d, stopped, watching the news.  But she’d still, carried on in the means of giving to the community on her own just the same, she’d told, that she hoped that 2022 can soon be over, that the pandemic had taken many lives now, plus the impacts of the Russo-Ukrainian Conflict, causing the hikes in everything we need, a lot of families are, torn apart, so many became, unemployed; there’s no way to make ends meet, in her own means, within her own capabilities, she’d, often donated to the charitable foundations that helped out the lesser in the communities. 

In the unsettlement of the times, there are still, many who are, kind and warm in the world, in the waves of the cold fronts coming on, these individuals offered hope, and warmth to the world.  A single mother posted on the Group of our local community, that her son in elementary school is saving up the pints of the super convenience stores, he’d wanted the items from the cartoon, but she’s a low-income household, and she also has cancer, she couldn’t, afford to spend so much money, to buy enough to get the stickers for the points she’d begged the neighbors, to donate some points.  As soon as the posting came up, everybody started responding, and fulfilled the young child’s wish, and, it’d, helped shown the mother the compassions.

China is currently being HIT by the waves of the pandemic, there’s the cold meds shortages, my older sister who lives in China couldn’t get the meds, and asked if I could mail a couple of packs of cold meds, or the Chinese herbal cure remedies for MERS-CoV.  I bought a few boxes of Theraflu, and, there was only, a box of the Chinese herbal cure remedy left, I’d bought it, and thought, I should probably, mail one more does, and as I passed through the traditional Chinese medicinal shop, I’d gone in to inquire if there are the ingredients, and as the owner heard I was mailing them to across the strait, he’d pulled out two bottles from the back, told me that there are only, two bottles remaining, that he won’t sell them, only give them to those who are in need; and told me, this was made from the same ingredients of the Chinese herbal remedies to treat MERS-CoV, that from before when the pandemic was hitting us hard, he’d given away so many bottles, not asking for money for them.  I am so appreciative for the shop owner’s compassion, and grateful that he’d held no discrimination toward China, and was willing to help me help my own sister.

In the past year, although, the nine-in-one election had shaken up the communities here, I’m still more than grateful for all the loves, all the wonderful things I’d encountered, I hope, that the new dawn of the new year will light the path of our future, I hope, that the pandemic, wars, and inflations, will all be over, soon.

And so, despite how the world is really bad, overall, there are still, those tiny moments of hope that sparked, that lights people’s heart up, like this woman’s encounter, and that just showed, how kindness still starts small, from individuals, and then, it will hopefully, spread out, and, if we interact, relate to one another in this mean, I’m sure that this will speed the healing process of the planet up too.

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He & His Champion Daughter

The love unspoken, but expressed in all other ways, between this daughter toward her father, translated…

That day, I’d prepared my father’s supper for him, he’d blurted out, “I feel so blessed, to have you as my daughter!  My daughter really treats me, wonderfully!”  and his demeanor didn’t sound like the joking he’d used many a year on end, nor was it an exaggerated sort of encouragement, it was more like the tip of the ball-point pen, on paper, and the ink just, seeped out, naturally., then, slowly, spreading out.

I’d pretended I’d not heard him, focused on setting the table, and, turned on the fifty-fourth episode of the Ancient Chinese soap, so the old man who’s closing in on seventy can, get into, the Ching Dynasty immediately, and, that was, that.

In the deep on the nights, the words of my father, caused me to toss and turn.

Was this the very first time he’d given me words of praise?  Yes, and no.  I’d longed for his approval since I was growing up, so I’d worked my best, to be, a perfect child in his eyes, got into N.T.U., applied for my graduate studies abroad, entered into the field of, finance…….and of course, my father gave me the accolades, affirmed my hard work, but for a daughter, those words of praises, were too, superficial, his alternative motive was the core of it all: be a good daughter.

illustration from UDN.com

And yet, in this, historical moment, I’d not taken my father’s hand in mine, or like a three-year-old, rammed into his arms, not even, a smile.  Toward his thoughtfulness, his daughter, no responses, instead, I’d, tried to, escape it, I’d recalled the term, “phony syndrome”, was it that in my, subconscious, I’d still felt, not quite deserving of, his praises yet?

After my mother passed, every year I’d taken my father abroad on trips, the U.S., India , New Zealand…….I’d set up the itineraries.  I’d even bought him a business class airfare on the trip to the U.S., took him to the N.B.A. draft-pick games; he’d still chimed on to his friends, how Mitchell can really, jump high, but I couldn’t, recall a single name from the players’ group.  My father’s photography skills are, way inferior than my mom’s, loving the beautiful photos, I’d given up and, turned all of the photos with me in it on that trip, as accidental gains, and just, focused on taking shots of my father, which became a bragging right for him in his group of elders.

During the time of the outbreak, I’d cooked for my father every single day, not too greasy, clean, and sanitary, and reduced his going outside, to avoid contraction; every time mealtime rolled around, the foods would be served on the table, and I’d, tried encouraging him to wash his hands more often.  And whenever we had our differences of opinions, I’d, found that hideout in my room, to try to come up with ways, to break the ice with him, and, asked my husband how my father-in-law’s frames of mind worked to use as a model; in his capableness, I’d set up the electronic devices for him, wrote down the steps to use them, hoping that he could, be comfortable at home, and forget about the inconvenience that the pandemic had, caused in his, life.

The habits formed in fourteen days, and my father, is man too.

I’d not thought about getting any praises from him, because this, is my duty to him as his daughter, but, those behaviors, not for short-term, maybe, it’d spanned across the decades of our, lives, surpassing the few months’ of the pandemic growing. 

I’m no imposter, I’m, definitely, his offspring.

I would NOT ask him, the words he’d blurted out that evening, was it intentional, or was it, long-time-coming, nor would I have the courage to apologize, and, that “good daughter”, had used her silence, and the lack of expressions on her face, to respond to the applauses she’d been hoping to get for more than thirty years on end.  Even as I penned this article down, my fingers are, tingling from the nerves.  Thankfully, I have his blood that flows through me, this is definite, believing, that so long as I have the time to be with him, if he stays healthy, this would be, a perfect love we will have, to share.

And, this is the love of a daughter for her father, and, maybe she may not blurt the word I love you out loud, but, her actions showed how much she’d cared, and loved her father, and I’m more than certain, that her father feels her love too.

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The Homeless Weathering the Winter, the Misunderstood Gazes Felt Colder than the Harsh Winter Winds

The observations, of someone who HAS, that roof, over his head, the interactions with the local homeless populations, off of the Front Page Sections, translated…

The winter sun finally showed its face, I’d gone to the gazebo of my local park to have my picnic, there was a middle aged man lying on the benches, sleeping, peacefully, everything is, serene.

Then suddenly, a police officer barged into the park, first, he’d, started filming the man who was asleep on the bench, then, waken him up using a loud voice.  The man woke in shock from his reams, not known, what had, happened?  The officer explained, “I’m showing care and concerns for you!”, then, disappeared, in a flash.  I didn’t know whether to laugh or to be shocked, this sort of “care”, surely, it’s, awakening all right!

The police may mistaken that he was a member of the homeless in the community, but, from what he had one, and what he took with him, he may be a member of the local communities, just out for a walk at the park, and saw that the weather’s nice, and lay down on the park benches to, sleep a bit.  And, this “lying flat down” move of his, caused the officer to mistake him for a homeless man.

This way of showing cares and concerns for the homeless population, no wonder, all the homeless people had escaped out of this, particular, park!  There were the female homeless persons who’d, selected to camp out in the public restrooms instead.

This seemingly shiny, glorious society, is actually, a desert for the lesser, they’d relied on the kindness of others to keep themselves alive, they’re all, nomads in the city here.  Those with the resources, write out the rules of the game of survival that only benefitted themselves, willing to sacrifice more employees to win, those with the families to provide for, those who want to keep a regular work, sleep schedules……..are most often, the losers, some may become members of the scam artist rings; those who’d fallen, to the bottom of the food chains of this society, might actually be those who refused to sell their souls, those who refused to go against their own, conscience.

Due to the high cost of housing, and the gaps between the rich and the poor widening, now, even those who are just out of colleges wanted to just lay flat, how can we blame the homeless for not working hard enough?  Treating the homeless who didn’t know how to fight back, as the damaged goods of the results of the progression of the society; in this crazy world, there are those who appeared bright and shiny, but had been rotten down in the cores, those are the truly, broken.

winters are getting even harder for those without a roof over their, heads!

this is all, that those at the bottom of the society can do, to keep themselve alive, through the cold winters…photo from online

I’d gone to Taichung for a trip from before, went to a local park to get some sun.  Before I’d left, I’d gone to use the restrooms, saw an older man at the sink, washing up a heavy coat, that brand new looking faucet, with not enough water coming out of it, the man worked hard, cleaning his clothes, like he was, trying to, wash away his, identity too.  I’d gone outside, saw a few of his article of clothing exposed out in the open at the corner of the park, I’d returned back to inquire, “it’s already winter now, the thick coat, without the washing machines to wring it dry, you may need at least, two, three days for it to dry out completely, what’ll happen to you when you get cold at night?”, those who are down and out, had no choice, the man smiled and told me, “I’ll fare just fine!  It’ll be, okay!”

I’d served my armed service terms in Taichung from before, and personally experienced the horrifying temperature change from day to night, once I was on shift as a standing guard in the middle of the nights, I’d had my army outfit fully on, with a large coat, it still wasn’t enough, and even after I’d put my raincoat on, I was still, shivering underneath.

I’d asked the man, if he wanted a sleeping bag?  He’d nodded.  But, I can’t get one for him, and so, I’d, taken my brand new feather filled coat I bought recently that I was wearing to him.  These past few years, I’d given out, several of my coats already, if I couldn’t purchase the sleeping bags these homeless in the community needs, that’s what I’d, done for them.  The elderly man kept pushing the coat away, but took it because I’d insisted.  Without the coat, I was, suddenly attacked by the colder winds, and, fearing the cold, I’d often gotten ill because of it, and I can’t imagine, how these homeless on the streets are, weathering the cold of the days and nights of winter.

From before, there bus station at Jen-Ai Road, the sky bridges had many homeless persons camping out on it, some had kept the dogs too.  Most may wonder, when you can even keep yourselves full anymore, why would you want to have a dog?  Because dogs don’t discriminate against the homeless, and they’d offered warmth of their bodies to the homeless in the cold, dark nights.  And now, the bridge was being, torn down, I’d wondered where would those homeless people, go?

The attitudes toward the homeless in the city of Taipei had changed a lot, but only in the regions where the massive numbers of homeless population gathered, and, those who are alone, are faring way, way worse, and the homeless in the other cities, I can’t even begin to imagine what life would be like for them!

Or maybe, what chilled people to the bones wasn’t the cold winds of winter, but those misunderstandings, misconceived notions we have of the homeless population.

And so, this, is how the bottom half of this society worked very hard, to keep themselves alive, and warm, as best as they possibly can, in the winter seasons, and, there are more living on the streets now than before, because of the bad economy, and, when we, ordinary people can’t even make our own ends meet, how would we have the spare changes, the extra mind, to give and pay to these, people who are actually, the most in need, now that winter’s, getting colder by the days in the world right now?

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The Gift of Kindness, of Compassion, from a Mask

A random act of kindness, from a stranger, who saw the needs of an individual…translated…

As I got my cataract surgery done, with my eyepatch on, I’d gone to the counter to retrieve my eyedrop medication, the nurse learned that I’d come to get the procedure done alone by bus, she’d asked if I needed help, getting a cab?  It was still light then, I’d thought, it would be no problem for me to ride the bus, I’d told her it wasn’t needed.

As I waited for the bus, I’d dialed the phones to tell my families that my surgery went well, then, the straps on one side of my mask went, “SNAP!”, broke.  I’d felt bad, but I’d still, rummaged my purse for the spare.  At this time, I’d recalled, that to help me swiftly go through the medical visits, I’d, switched my backpack to a purse, and I’d left my spare mask in it, forgot to take it out.  Seeing how the bus is coming, I can only use my hand to pull the mask into place, gotten on the bus.

a gift that’s so small, but it means, a whole, lot! Photo from online

As I’d selected my seat,, the bus started rolling, and, someone from behind me patted me on my shoulders, handed me an unopened mask.  I’d told him thanks, the man told me, that it was from someone who’s behind him, passed the mask forward to me.  I’d looked over, and, the man pointed back, it was a young woman sitting behind him.  At this time, as the bus stopped at the light, I’d, stood up, and turned, and thanked the young woman.  She’d smiled through her eyes, with her mask on in response.

A mask that got passed from three unknown strangers to me, saved me from my troubles, and suddenly, it’d, soothed the sense of helplessness I’d felt for an entire, afternoon.  From that day forward, the masks are no longer, just an item that keeps the virus away, without the temperatures.

And so, this unknown stranger saw the writer’s need, and, handed her a spare mask the she had, and it may be something tiny for the woman, but, to the recipient, it meant, a hell of a lot, and that still just showed, how there are still, moments of kindness that might go unnoticed, in times of outbreak, when everybody tried to distance her/himself from one another.

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The Passing of the Torch Through a Small Computer

The heart of this serviceman from the same unit is, the most amazing thing, that’s stayed with the writer, even after so many years since he’s finished with his own, service terms in the armed services, translated…

It was 1990, when I was working as a counselor at the Marines’ Penghu Command Post, my primary work involved surveying the servicemen in Penghu, to get to understand how the soldiers were faring, how they’d adapted to the life in the armed services.  Back then, computers weren’t all over the places, it was quite rare, too expensive, not to mention, the armed services worried that the top secret may leak out, and so, we can only conduct the statistical researches manually, with a total lack of efficiency.  Every month, we would sample ten units, and, the surveys we collected were quite massive,, thankfully, in the unit I worked in, there was a small computer that was two, three times larger than the calculators, as we’d keyed in the data, then, the computer would compute out the results; I’d heard, that this was a serviceman from the years before out of the info-tech department who’d bought the machine with his own money, wrote the programs that’s being used right now, and as he was relieved of his service duties, he’d, generously donated the computer to the army, and so, every time I’d thought back, I was filled with, a ton of, gratitude.

As I’d taken over for two months, that small computer malfunctioned, and, as I’d gone back to the island of Taiwan on my break, I’d also, bought the exact same model, and wrote the programs for it, and, yet, I just, couldn’t get the computer to work like it had before.  Seeing how the work came rushing towards me, I’d started, flustering, and, I’d called up the former serviceman who’d left the original computer behind, and still couldn’t figure things out, and so, I’d not known how to resolve the issues with the calls, and so, I’d met up with the person who’d donated the computer in Taipei, so I can, better understand how to make the computer work.

And yet, as we’d met, he’d, handed me, a brand new computer, told me, that the old one had stopped working, because it’d not been upgraded in the memory disks.  I’d told him I wanted to pay him for it, he’d turned me down, convinced me, that it’d not paid quite enough in the services, that he’d started working already, that it was his way, of giving back to the unit he served in, for taking care of him during his time there, told me not to mind it.

Turns out, after two years, he’d already, forgotten the details, and to try to help me solve my problem, he’d, bought a brand new computer, to research more into it, to know what the problem is.

I’d waved goodbye to him with tears in my eyes, carrying that small computer in my arms, felt very moved by him, and hoped, that I will be able to, passing this heart of helping, this love he felt toward people, on.

And so, this older, former serviceperson had gone over and beyond the call of duty, to help this individual who was currently serving his term, and this older, former serviceperson wanted to make the work in the units easier, more efficient, that was why he’d bought that desktop computer in the first place, and, he’d, offered more than the needed help to the writer as he’d come across the troubles of the computer working well.

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Kindness Donated & Delivered

Kindness, delivered to the students in need, the heart of these people are simply, amazing!  Translated…

Living in the southern regions of the country in the countryside, there’s this, local bakery without the names, with the great prices, that’s gained the local’s love, normally by eight in the morn, everything in the shop got, sold out.  Once day as I’d passed by at around nine, to my surprise, there’s still baked goods left over, and, there was a transport for the disabled parked close by, I’d stopped to inquire out of curiosity.  The female owner of the shop told me, because the sales of the items didn’t go so well because people are busy, making the offerings at home, she’d donated the baked goods to those in need.  This scene reminded me of something from the past.

Some twenty odd years ago, my wife studied in night school in high school, most of her classmates were students who started working to provide for their own families during the daytime and only came to study at night, worked and provided for their families, and after work, they’d still, rushed to school to study.  Some didn’t get a chance to have suppers, and, the empty stomach affected their health and ability to learn at primal conditions, the homeroom instructor felt bad for the classes, and told the situation to the head of student affairs.

like these???

photo from online

The head of student affairs felt for these, “elder students”, and tried to resolve this.  She’d known an owner of a bakery who was willing to give the leftover breads of the day to the school free of charge, the things was someone would have to go and pick the foods up.  My wife discussed it with me, asked if I would be willing to transport?  I’d told her I would, and ever since, I’d started working, as a delivery person.

For five days of the week, come rain or shine, winter or summer, no pay, I’d rushed to the bakery before its closing time, and, took the baked goods the owner took off the shelves home to refrigerate, and the following day, my wife would bring the baked goods to school.  There is a microwave in the office, as the night school students picked up the breads, they can microwave the foods to heat them up, and then, have the warm foods, this helped them from going hungry, and it’d, reduced the costs of their lives.

There’s the high and low seasons for business, sometimes, there were the lack of supplies of baked goods, and, we’d bought other food items, with the sweeter and saltier tastes, and the students didn’t like them, and we’d had them bring the foods home to their families; and, when there are too much leftover, watching the expiration dates, we can only, give the items to our neighbors……….anyways, we’d, given back to our local communities, and, established the connections well, and not wasted any perishable items.

In the days without Uber Eats, or FoodPanda, my wife and I had been delivering the goods for more than two years, until my wife “graduated” from her teaching posts, and she’d, been awarded the best service award too!

And so, this is the hearts of kindness, of how this school instructor felt bad for her class of students for going hungry, and they’d, worked up a deal with the local bakeries to get the foods provided for free, and this is way, way, WAY before UberEats and FoodPanda!

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Bus No. 5

The kindness of, strangers, it rolls around, translated…

On a weekend morning, the noises of the neighbors, it’d, made me, feeling upset.  “Don’t get angry, don’t punish yourself with others’, mistakes, go out to stroll for a bit.”

Bus number five just rolled in, and the way it came towards me, was like it was, made for, me.  Fine, I’ll, hop on the, before I steadied myself after I’d swiped my bus pass, I saw an elderly in the priority seat with his cane over his head, moving toward the inside, and his hands were trembling so hard it’d, worried me.  So, I’d, rushed up to him, and, used my left arm that’s been weakened since my car accident, with all the strengths I had in my arm, tried to steady his, cane.  “Careful!  Sir, where are you headed all alone on your own?”  “Rushing to the hospital, in a hurry, I’d, forgotten everything, no money.”

Money, at the sound of the world, I’d, felt that alarm coming on, after all, the news of the Cambodian scams had been over-reported.  I’d, moved to the back of his right, into the seats silently: white shirt, blue pants, the, green slippers that didn’t fit him, he looked clean, and not slick.  No mask on, no wonder he’d blocked his face when he’d talked to me.

a microcosm of the world, happening, inside this, space! Photo from online

“Can’t possibly try to scam me for the masks too now, can he?”, I’d, rummaged through my purse to find the extra I had packed, and, what’s left, was my saved mask with the pink color, and the rose watermark.  “This would make him stand out too much!”.  Then, without a second of doubt, he’d put it on, as I’d, offered the mask to him, and suddenly, I’d believed, every word he’d, told me.

“You didn’t pay the bus fare, did you?”, I’d, poured out all the changes in my purse, handed thirty dollars to him.  “But it only costs fifteen”, he’d returned half of that.  “You still have to ride back home, keep it.”  He’d fallen silent as he took the coins, but, there was, that light from his eyes.  Then suddenly, I saw that he wasn’t, agile, “I’ll help you pay your fare”.  Forgotten how after I was injured, I too, hated the bus, I’d, slanted toward the bus driver, and told him, that I’m, paying for the elderly man.

“Thank you, miss!”, the driver’s words were, genuine, like I was, putting in the donations for a temple.  Do you need to so passionate with paying for the bus fares?  I was wondering, as I’d turned around, I’d heard, “thank you for your assistance”.  Turned out, in that, unpopulated bus, he must’ve, heard the conversation with the elderly man with me.

As I’d thought, when the elderly alighted the bus, he’d probably, already greeted the drier, otherwise, how could he just, sit comfortably down?  And, this may be from others’ kindness, and that, was when I’d, noted how gentle the elderly looked.

Before I got off, I’d, not forgotten to confirm the destination of the elderly man: “N.T.U. Hospital?”, then, I’d, gotten off the front of the bus, and asked him to mind the elderly.  “I know he’s getting off at N.T.U. Hospital, don’t worry.”, the driver told me.  And, I’d come to understand, that long before I’d, alighted this bus, it was already, carrying the good will along already.

“Thank you miss, blessing will come to you in life”, the driver added the blessings.  I’d not had enough time to respond, it took me, three whole seconds before I’d told the driver, “from before I broke my arms in a crash, I was helped by a lot of people too”.  “oh, okay, then, bless you, miss.”

The moment the doors of the bus closes, I’d turned around, and looked, and the driver’s backside resembled that of the smiling Buddha.  I’d watched the bus leave the station, and I’d still felt that warmth of light, all around me. And so, this, is the kindness that you showed toward a stranger, and, the driver noted it, and, he’d been keeping watch over the elderly man before you alighted the bus already, and that just showed, that there are still, acts of kindness, all around us in the world, if only, we look, carefully enough, and we will surely, find

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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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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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