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The Rainbows Keeping Watch Over the Phones Late in the Nights in the, Cities, a Passerby in Someone Else’s, Life

The volunteer lines for the LGBT communities, in training here, this is something that’s, needed, with the increase of sexual and gender diversity, translated…

“Hi, this is the homosexual hotline, how may I be of service to you!”, this was the instinctive response that got etched into my mind the year I’d worked as a call receiver of the hotlines.  Picked up the phones, was like getting the buttons turned on, immediately, I’d gotten into the various modes of answering, ready to catch the LGBT communities’ various troubles.

I’d signed on to be a volunteer, right after the public policies votes.  That was when a lot of people felt upset, with the strong sense of, helplessness passing through the LGBT community.  “What can I do, for them?”, it’s this thought that’s, got me, involved.

The Tiny “Secret Room”

In the times of convenience communications app, who still use the landlines?  But, in the tiny room of the call center, there were, several landlines, with the volunteers, sitting in their seats, talking in whispers, looking a bit, mysterious.

Although it was called a “hotline”, but there are, a lot of the small cliques, for instance, “same-sex families”, “A.I.D.S. prevention”, “gender education”, etc., etc., etc., many of these groups needed to reach outward, the team members are all very active.  Comparing, the volunteers of the call center were much, quieter, and the other groups’ volunteers would always joked, “the call center volunteers are all, autistic!”

like peeling the layers of an onion off! Illustration from UDN.com

Surely, the most active place for the volunteers is, inside that tiny room, the door into the room was like a threshold, only the call operators are allowed in.  And, as we’d gone in to answer the calls, we’d, used the “false names”, and the privacies of every unique case does NOT leave the room, so, nobody knows exactly, what we’re, doing in there, and so, that made the other volunteers, feel, a bit, distant, to us.

It’s not easy to become an operator in that tiny room, we’d had to, go through the evaluations: signing up, getting evaluated, train for six months, and we had to pass an oral exam.

How Can Pressing an Elevator Button be an Obstacle?

But, I never imagined, that the very first obstacle I would come across, was pressing the elevator, button.

The location of the hotline office was at the busy Roosevelt Road, first time in, as I just stepped into the elevator, about to press the button for my floor, I’d, hesitated—there’s, a ton of different folks in and out of the building, there were, the employees of the offices, and also, the residential elderly people too.

The alarm started sounding inside my mind, like everybody was staring AT my, finger, I’d feel anxious: how would the perceive me, after I’d, pressed the “12” for the floors?

But, it’d not mattered which number I’d pressed, there are more than the hotline office on the twelfth.  For a while, I’d felt uneasy over the reactions—but, WHAT was I, fearful, of?

This shame and secret got buried in my mind, and, for a very long, long time, as I got to talking with the volunteers of the hotlines, I’d found, that I wasn’t, alone in feeling like so.

Getting Involved with the LGBT Communities & Getting to Know Myself Again

After I got past the obstacle of the elevators, first what I’d needed to learn, is getting acclimated with the LGBT culture and the community: the gays, the lesbians, the trans, the bis, the gay and lesbian Christians, to the families of homosexuals, and we also needed to familiarize ourselves with the topics of safe sex, and the bad reputations for A.I.D.S.

“Gay” is too generalized a term, and we only know the tips of that huge, iceberg, so, going to classes was like opening up the minds, from the uses of the terms, the cultures (why are there more and more gay bars in business but the trans bars going out of businesses?), to the societal debates (how the H.I.V. patients would get turned down by the dentists?), and it’d made me wondered, was the world I used to know, for real?

And all of these, are what the callers faced, from their, day-to-day interactions.  The male homosexuals’ are mostly concerned about their statures; the lesbians, dealing with the dual impacts of being females and lesbians, and, with the Gay bars more in numbers than the T-bars, which made well be related to how the females can’t feel safe enough to go out at night.

There are a ton of callers who worried over illnesses too, they’d gotten scanned multiple times, but still worried of contracting A.I.D.S.  Reason why this is a primary fear is due to how the media press equated H.I.V. and A.I.D.S. with gays and lesbians, which is why those who’d contracted H.I.V. still keeps on hitting the walls in their lives, for instance, the dentists would use the excuses of “we don’t have the equipment to offer you your needed treatment” to turn them away, but, others who have illnesses by blood contact rarely got, stereotyped or, discriminated against.

Other than knowing those who aren’t the same as we are, we also need to get to know ourselves.  That’s where the “groups” came in, the volunteer candidates would split into groups, led by those with most experiences to supervise, to take turns sharing the experiences, to dissect life, the process of accepting, hen, with the supervising individual, and the rest of the group, offering positive feedback.  Before we can help anybody else, we need to know our own, selves, this was, what I’d learned, the most important lesson, of all.

The Rehearsals that Left My Heart Bumping

Surely, we also needed training in the, various, counseling, techniques too: identifying the emotions, empathy, and disclosures of our own, selves, and know the S.O.P. of taking the calls of the hotlines: greeting the individuals, understanding why they’re calling, in the conversations, collecting the data about the persons (i.e. age, students or in employment, gender orientation, gender identification, city the individuals live in, etc., etc., etc.).  After we get to know some specifics about these individual callers, we’re, better able to, give them the fitting, responses.

The supervisors in class often told us, “don’t rush into giving advice”, if the advices are unfitting, to the point of not responding correctly to the callers’ problems, then, we would be misunderstood as we can’t understand them, instead, catching the callers’ emotions first, to establish that trust in conversation.

On paper, it all sounds, simple, but, putting these theories to practice, that was, something, else!  We would split up into groups, the supervisors would play the caller, we’d taken turns, answering the calls, and, the members whose turns are still on the way, would sit close by and take notes—those exposed, the wrong words being used, the awkward silence, all get, captured down, and we would be evaluated on afterwards.

The supervisors used a multitude of means to interact with us.  Some had, comforted us, “this is only for a few short minutes, you can, do it!”, while other supervisors get into characters right away, started in the roleplay, cried, ranted, cussed, everything, and it’d, made us, too flustered—while in reality, that, is how, multifaceted the callers can be in our line of, work!

Am I, Only, on the, Starting, Lines?

After the test trials, can we start, working on, the, hotlines?  Not yet!  There’s still, a final, and not everybody passes!  On the day of the test, the supervisor I was assigned to played the role of an anxious mother of a gay/lesbian person, started grilling at me, “how do I know that my son/daughter is gay/lesbian?”  “Can’t my child become, ‘normal’ again?” I’d used empathy, to get to the emotions being the caller, avoiding the “right answers” that might “kill”, fearing the caller would, hang, up.  But, she’d not accepted my means, and continued on, and I was, stuck.  As the session ended, the supervisor asked me, “why didn’t you just tell me that you didn’t know?”, then, it’d, dawned on me, how multivariate the callers can be, that there’s no one-answer-fit-all, and we can only, search for the right direction in the words of, our, exchanges.

I’d felt, very, defeated, and felt that I’d not, passed, as I got home, I was so upset, I’d finished a whole can of, chips.

And yet, a week later, I received the notice that I’d been, approved for the, hotlines, and I still can’t understand why I had, passed!  After this “round”, I’d finally realized, that to work as a hotline operator, we need to have a very strong, heart, but, this was certainly, to make sure, that all the hotline operators are highly qualified to work the lines, not to miss any caller.  While, as I’d started working in the hotlines……well, another story, for, another, time!

And so, this, is the training process of someone, becoming a hotline operator for the LGBT communities, because there’s this desperate need, for these individuals’ voices, troubles to get, heard, and yeah, we are now, more opened to the LGBT groups, but, there are still the issues that these individuals come across in their daily living, that they may need an outside perspective to help them see things more clearly, and that, is where this hotline comes in.

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In that Close Encounter with Death

That wakeup call from his, near-death experience, that made him shift his focus, and, reprioritize his own, life, translated…

My close friend, W is from the civil engineering majors, the very first job he’d worked after he’d served his armed service terms was in Alishan.

The Alishan back then, had everything it has right now: the sun rise, the beautiful clouds that roll, and the wasabi that’s planted for two, to three years before harvesting; it has something that we didn’t: like those swarms of flies, and mosquitoes.  Back then, the construction workers of the local tribes had come to work with their machetes on their belts, dressed in their native attires, looked like they were, out of, some ancient, tales.  As W got to here, his face glowed: ahhhhhhhhhh, there was the freshly made wasabi sauce, and we had those knife carrying men to keep us safe and secure, those were the, days!  But what W wanted to say, was what followed, “until that one day”, the “on that day”.

To get the cement shipped by the small trains, the other construction materials, W’s construction sites had its own two iron carts, going to and from day to day, up and down the slopes, the slope was about a couple of hundred meters, right beneath the hotel, that was the steepest section; on one side, there’s, that sharp cliff, and on the other, a steep, slope.

“That day”, they were filling the cement in, one of the two transporting carts stopped working, because of the brakes, the driver took the day off, gone off the mountains, seeing how the supply of the building materials was running short, W decided to drive that no-longer working iron push cart, and entered the line for transporting the building materials.  Thought that in the past he’d done it in the same situations, that even if the brakes malfunctioned, he just, drive slow, and use the handbrake, to stop the car in time.

illustration from UDN.com

As W shifted into first gear, slowly gone up, as he climbed up onto the steep slopes, he’d thought to switch to second gear, and yet, as he, switched, the stick shift got jammed between first and second gear, and he couldn’t, move the shift at all.  The car was then, in neutral, started, rolling backwards on that steep slope, the weight that the car carried, made the handbrake malfunction, the car started gaining momentum, as it’d, rolled backwards.  W’s mind was suddenly drawing that blank, but, there was that thought that came, “I will hit the cliffs, and not fall into the dropoff!”

The steering wheel then, became the key moment of his, gamble, he’d started turning it, and, a loud BANG!, the back of the car hit the cliff.  And yet, the flatbed immediately bounced back onto that slope, continued, rolling down.  W clenched to the steering wheel like his life depended on it, again, the second BANG, finally stopped the car from, rolling.  The whole thing, in the metal hitting the rocks, creating the sparks, it’d taken away, ALL the spirit that W had, the skies grew dark for him, he was, dizzy, his legs started, trembling, in that, silence.

That experience made W suddenly more open to what fate may bring, he’d started, focusing on keeping his life bright, like wearing those, shined shoes, carried himself with confidence every single step he’d, walked, with his head held high, and he became able to, remap and map out the course of his, brand new life.  Like a lot of others, in the past, W also questioned the “life of reduction”, aren’t there those who’d preached, that in searching for meaning in life, one should, reduce the thought of the “self”?  As he’d started, traveling light, W became, better at finding the “definition” of his own, life.  A lot of the mementos are from W’s days of work, the reminders of his own ups and downs in life, he’d, kept all of these, artifacts in mint condition, refusing to let any of these items, fade, everything, every item became, what W uses, to encourage himself in his own, life.

After the incident with the iron cart, in the scenes of life, W started, living comfortably, in his life of, “reduction”.  As the fires of life was burning bright, he’d lived every day to its fullest, as the fires of life was about to burn out, he’d, carried that same means of living his life to its, fullest potential as well.

And so, this was what this man learned, from that close call with death, it’d turned his life around, made him refocus on things that actually mattered, and sometimes, we are in need of that wakeup call like that, to remind us, to shift our focuses, to focus on what truly is, the most important things in life to us, to reprioritize our own, lives.

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Singing with the Masks, On

The connections, we must keep, with our own home countries, no matter where we may drift to, to have the supports from our brothers and sisters, translated…

A dozen years ago during Mid-Autumn Festival holidays, under the push of my girlfriends, I, who’s tone-deaf, decided to sign up for the New Immigrants Care Association’s signing competitions.

Flipping through the song book of all the oldies, can’t find a song I know I Chinese.  As I’m stressed out, I suddenly recalled my days of work in Canton, the broken Cantonese I’d picked up back then, why don’t I, sing that theme from that soap, “There’s Love All Around Us”, the song that’s been performed by Liza Wang Ming Chuen? 

Because there’s only a short time until I’m due to perform, I’d taken advantage of the time when I’m riding out on my scooter, sung underneath my mask, thinking, that nobody will hear me, no matter how out-of-tune I am.

on the day of that, karaoke sing-off! Photo from online

On the day of the competitions, although I had the lyrics down pat, but my voice was cacophonous, thankfully for my girlfriends, who’d given me a purple dress to put on, and I’d added a scarf to make up for my lacking in singing skills, plus all the other competitors will kind enough to let me win, and the judges were, hard-of-hearing, I’d gotten the best dressed award!

Thinking back to it all, it was, like a, dream

So, this, is how you stay connected to your fellow countrymen, by getting involved in the activities, doing what you all loved doing together, singing, and it didn’t matter if you were out of tune, the important thing is that you’d found the support from others who were from your home country to connect to, living in this country you’d moved to live in.

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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 Most Unique Sort of Special

Coming to terms, accepting that her son is a special needs child, a child with, Tourette’s, translated…

At the end of last year, my son was diagnosed with Tourette’s Syndrome.  I’d recalled, how I’d gazed toward the clinical psychologist, clearly feeling that I was, splitting into two: a woman in the clinic, stating that she understood what she’d been told in the clinic, the other woman, inside, nodding at how I’d been told that my son’s condition was only of the milder version of the syndrome, that I just needed to help him with his tics, the sun will still rise, the earth will still rotate, life hadn’t, crumbled down yet.

Both women inside and out are calm.  Until before bedtime, the young child got into my lap, and asked, “mom, does it mean that I won’t be, normal again?”

The moment following, that seemingly calm heart started, cracking.  If I could, I will use my whole life to protect him, but one day, he will grow up, and need to shoulder all of these things on his own.  As a parents of a child with Tourette’s my sensible side knows it all but as my child’s mother, I’d felt bad for him.

illustration from UDN.com

Nobody wants to see one’s own child get injured by the outside world because something s/he couldn’t control.  And yet, the world gets too cruel.  At this time, my heart almost broke into bits and pieces.  It was the very first time I’d found, that a mother can be greedy, miniscule, not just wanting my son to be health, but wanted him to have the normal of ordinary people.  No need for the hard time, just be, “ordinary”, that was, my third wish before the candles are, blown, out—and, I can’t help but wondered, if I traced to the roots of all of this, are some truths better, not told, if my son has to carry the “label” of being “abnormal” from here on out?

I’d been a mother for more than a decade, and at this very moment, it’d felt like I was all new to this.  Not known what I should, do.

For some time later, I’d trapped in that anxiety so deep.  On the one hand, I’d wanted to paint over the fact that my son has Tourette’s, and worried that I was only, temporarily escaping the facts; on the other hand, I’d wanted to help my son accept his own special.  And slowly, I’d lost confidence.  No matter how many volumes I’d read, what’s in the book, doesn’t apply to MY son.  I just want to love him right, but, I can’t get the correct answers, and worried, that I may, hurt him again.

But, without the answers, life still, goes on.  No matter how lost, how worried, I still had to carry these doubts, continued to make the discoveries.

At the start of the year, I’d, come across this novel.  There was a director of a home, sharing the experiences on how she’d taken care of the special needs children, how the kids are like other children, “just allowing them to be their own, selves”.  As I thumbed across these words, the tears came——I’d been, kidnapped by the label of Tourette’s Syndrome of my son, and forgotten how special he truly was, with a, unique soul.  As for his Tourette’s, it’s only, a part of his should.  Although I can’t ask the world to understand him, but I can, help him understand what’s unique, special to just him—from the very start, he’d not needed to “become the other normal”, just needed to “be himself”, and that was, more than, enough.

There are the many obstacles we face in raising our own young.  So many challenges, we’d had to spend our entire lives to get through, and, some trials, we may, never be able to, overcome, but for me, the important thing is not getting through the trials successfully, but I’m, ready, to face my son’s conditions with him, with the rest of my life.

And so, this is how you’d, come to acceptance of your own son’s Tourette’s, and, this wasn’t easy, you must’ve gone through a ton of battling with yourself, asked why a million times over, and, in the end, you’d, allowed your love for your own young to guide you.

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They Didn’t Mean to Blink on Purpose

Children with special needs, that were, mistaken for misbehaving, because there’s not much education of the world on it!  Translated…

“Stop winking!  It’s ugly!” when my child was in his second year of kindergarten, we’d noted how he would start winking uncontrollably.  At first, we took him to the ophthalmologist, had a series of tests, everything was normal, and we were referred to the pediatrics department, and learned, that his winking was due to Tourette’s, which causes his nervous system to give off the signals uncontrollably, which caused his twitching and winking.

As the neurologist made the diagnosis, because my son was still young, and it wasn’t that serious, the neurologist felt no need to medicate him, suggested that we use the exercise routines, establishing a normal schedule, and behavior modification techniques to reduce the behaviors of twitching constantly.  We’d worked hard, to understand this originally strange-to-us illness, tried not to blame our son for his inability to control the twitching behaviors, because blaming him for it, can cause him more pressures, and he would start to twitch even more often.  For this, we’d discussed it with his school instructors, she used that professionalism, consoled with us, that there’s a higher population of children with Tourette’s now, a lot of the school teachers are more experienced, and will help our son learn normally as possible, to assimilate him into the group of his classmates.

One out of three children with Tourette’s will reduce the prevalence of their twitching behaviors by age eighteen on their own, only a-third of children will continue to twitch into adulthood, but the symptoms are reduced.  After all the means, all the measures were, taken, our son started getting better, and the occasional twitch, became, less, noticeable.  The path of parents of special needs children is this constant learning, never stopping to support our own young, I hope all the children with Tourette’s can have every help they need, and grow up happy.

And, this is how having a special needs child in your home helps you grow, adapt to the various situations, and, thankfully, this young boy has teachers who’d been educated enough, to give him the positive help that he needed, and helped reduced his parents’ stresses, instead of just slapping that bad kid label on him.

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The Traumas Your Minds Can’t, Remember…

The traumas your minds can’t, remember, well, guess what?  Your bodies, keep track, and, there, ain’t NO way, of dodging, that hard-hitting, tornadoes that’s, comin’, all your, ways there.

The traumas your minds can’t, remember, other parts (don’t ask which “parts”) of your, entire, “being” will, keep on, keeping track of, and, you won’t know, when the triggers of what happened will, make you, unwind, and everything will, break loose, suddenly, because that, is how it goes!

The traumas your minds can’t, remember, oh, but your minds, remembered them, every single last one, it’s just, that your minds knew, you are, not quite ready yet to deal, so, to protect you, they’d, wrapped you up, inside, those, bubbles, to insulate you from the pains.

with the layers, one, inside of another, and another, and another, and, another…photo from online

But eventually, your body remembered and, it will, remind your minds of, your traumas, and, it will, HIT you, too hard, ‘cuz you’d been wrapped, safe and sound, insulated, unsuspecting, just like IDIOTS (so???  Feel free to take them offenses, why don’t ya!), without a single clue.

Then, WHAM!  All hell breaks, L-O-O-S-E, and…

Yeah, sorry, I’m not here to help, ‘cuz, my hands are, T-I-E-D!

NOT my problem, I’d already, DEALT with every single, FUCKED up shit in my fucking life here, and besides, I got my best friend, NIMBY, as my, best, “defense”, so………

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The Increase in Cases of Child & Adolescent Sexual Assault Cases, the Human Rights Foundation Started the Research of Visiting the Cases

In hopes, that somehow, this can, help reduce the number of cases!  This DDP government is still, WAY too ideal, but nowhere NEAR real, in this matter too, from the Front Page Sections, translated…

There’d been many cases of child sexual assault cases, the National Human Rights Committee announced the systematic data collection of the systems of reporting these things nationally, Chen who’s the head of the Examination Department, and a chairperson of this committee stated, that the prevalence of child and teen assault cases recurring again, that this is the first time the Human Rights Agency started up the national’s reporting systems, hoping to lower the number of these cases.  The member of the committee, Chang told, that the preventative interviews would be of five hundred individuals, and the results of this research will come out by July of next year.

Chen stated, that based off of the reported cases of 7,787 rape in 2021, there were 4,520 underage minors who were victims, about fifty-eight-percent, more than half; the reports on the children’s rights found, that in the sexual assault cases in schools back in 2020, those from elementary school to high school age got up to 233 cases.

Chen said, the Human Rights Committee needed to try and figure out why these severe cases of child, adolescent sexual assaults are happening repeatedly, hoping to borrow the Australian government’s investigative means, to do the researches into the placement facilities of minors, and the sexual assaults occurring in the schools.

She’d told, that setting up the cases individually won’t get the whole picture of the problem with the systems, that the committee would focus on listening to the experiences of the victims, to find out the structural problems of what’s causing these sexual assaults, rapes in the minors, and work together with the government units to prevent the recurrences of these tragedies.

The member of the examination committee, Tien called the victims of child sexual assaults as “survivors”, she’d stated, that it would be nothing easy, for these victims to come out, that Australia had set up the funding of seven hundred million N.T.s and seven hundred employees to help achieve this, that Taiwan does NOT have this sort of resources, everything is hard at the beginning, but this must get started.

Chang pointed out, that the interview will start on the school level, the rape victims of the placement facilities first, the victims of the sex trade, even if the individuals are over eighteen, so long as they were assaulted as minors, they are all going to get interviewed, that the program will recruit the interviewees, and is planning on interviewing a hundred survivors face-to-face.

Yeah, this is a plan, that will, totally, NOT work, because who the FUCK that’s been raped, molested, abused sexually would be willing to, tell her/his stories to the public, to get SHAMED again, to RELIVE those traumas?  Yeah, nobody, that’s who, besides, this sort of things are personal to those who’d weathered through it, and, for most of us, we just want to, put it all behind us, soon as we are through, dealing with the events of these, traumas of our, younger years, so yeah, this is still, too ideal, so, good luck, on getting enough “sample” for the “pool” there, DDP!

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What is Taken Away from Your Education?

Lessons we learned, from school, from our own, experiences in life, off of the Front Page Sections, translated…

Recently I’d made the speeches at the schools, as the speech ended, a parent led two children to before me.  “Professor, I was your student, do you still remember me?”  This was every instructor’s nightmare, I’d, worked really hard, to think back on all the students, and just, couldn’t, recall her name; but I’d still smiled and told her, “let me think!”, as she’d heard me say this, her smile did not fade, she’s not, disappointed one bit, but her second-grade daughter looked up at her innocently, “Mom, your teacher can’t remember you!”

I felt very awkward after hearing, before I could reply, she’d immediately told her child, “Do you know how many students the professor’s had?  How can she remember every one, but, so long as I remember her!”, then, she’d, started speaking of her middle school careers, that with the problems she’d, faced in life then, how I’d, given her the advices she’d needed, “because you’d, counseled me, teacher, so I will, never forget you, as I saw the flyer on the seminar, I was so excited to come, to thank you.” as she’d told me, I still, can’t quite, remember her, but, I’d felt, very touched by her words.

The following day, a student used the communication app to contact me, this particular student had been, hurt by a certain teacher, he’d come back to me to tell me about what happened, to seek out my counsel, it took me sometime, but I’d, accompanied him, helped him out; back then, I’d, encouraged him: you need to turn what happened to you, into your driving force, if there’s a chance, you must, help those who’d been hurt like you had.  Back then he’d told me, that he will, work hard, to become a teacher who can, help his students.  In his final year of high school, he wrote me that with his grades, there was, NO chance he will ever be a school teacher, so, he was, willing, to become, a serviceman, to fight to protect the country.

And now, many years afterwards, he’d, shared with me everything he’d weathered through in the armed services, and he’d, mentioned what happened to him again back in middle school, and stressed to me, that even though he wasn’t, highly ranked, he will use his past as a teacher, to NEVER make the mistakes his middle school instructor had made.

After I’d read, although I’d felt glad, but, I couldn’t help but feel: that the first woman told me, “so long as I remember you!”.  It symbolized, I don’t’ need your affirmations from your memories, but I will remember, that was, the demands that one made of, one’s own, characters, to never forget to be, thankful.  While the second student, couldn’t forget about the shame, but he’d not, selected, to take revenge, instead, he’d, turned his shame into something he could, learn from, to remind himself, to NEVER shame another like he’d been, shamed.  Think on his, how many people we will meet, how many things we can, encounter, in our, lifetimes!

Who remembered us, it isn’t, that important, what’s important is who we remembered?  Well, it’s, not that important either, the important being WHY we remember who or what we remember?  Those that happened, those whom we remembered, what were their, influenced on us?  From these two students, I saw the choices of attitude, how they’d, chosen to make themselves feel happy, how by choosing to forgive, it’d, given him peace, to use the past as a mirror to reflect, to have a life without regrets, what, will you, choose?

And so, this, is something worth pondering on, what, do you remember when you graduated?  I’m sure, that it’s not the course load, the books, the materials, or even what you’d made on your exams, it’s the experience of learning, of accumulating the knowledge, of the lessons that life teaches us that we will, carry with us from here on out.

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A Different Life

With the assistance given to these families by the foundation, these families can finally, have some sense of, normalcy in their, functioning, translated…

In the meetings that day, the senior early childhood intervention educator, Mrs. Shih told everybody, there was a student’s mother whom she’d lost contact with that’s gotten reconnected with her on FB, told her that her twins who were, helped by the center from before, who’d, received the early intervention helps are, in the universities now.

Mrs. Shih said, as the mother told her how her children were doing, it’d, deeply impacted her, because as the twins were sent to the early intervention center, they had troubles, feeding themselves, and yet, Mrs. Shih wasn’t as experienced as she is now, she’d, become, too nervous when looking after the twins, worried, that she may, injure the twin if she weren’t, careful enough; but, over a decade later, the twins had the abilities to take the entrance exams for college, and, they’d, both gotten into the public universities too.

I’d once heard other coworkers, sharing the tales of success.  The person in the story was, Shen, he’d lost his parents, and lacked that secure attachment, he’d, needed to hug everybody he saw, and in the end, he was called, the “sexual predator”; but, as he’d been sent to the foundation for placement, he’d, learned to express his insecurity in an alternative method, and because of the company he had from his teachers, his peers, he’d, changed his manners from being timid as he’d come to the center, to now, being able to, laugh out loud.

There was, also, the younger brother of a guy, that he’d, felt like an older brother to his own older brother, because his older brother needed to get taken care of more.  Thankfully, after the older brother received job trainings, he’d, started working, not only was he making his own way, he’d no longer needed to, be watched over staying at home, and he finally had the time, to do what he wanted to do, and felt the burdens, lifted from his shoulders now.

If the early interventions didn’t happen, then, the twins may still need someone else to help them at meal time, let alone how they’d, taken the college entrance exams; had the teachers not helped Shen adjust his behavior problems, he would now still be, misunderstood, as a “sex predator”; if the older brother didn’t get the job training he needed, the younger brother would still be, carrying that burden of taking care of him, and NOT had a life of his own, the life that he’d, wanted; and, those families that were, torn apart, because of the children’s conditions, after the children were, placed in the early intervention programs, the atmospheres at home became much better; and, the aging parents, who could, no longer look after their own young, and after they’d asked the First Welfare Foundation for assistance, they’d now, found time to breathe, for themselves…………

Every time I’d heard these stories, it’d, moved me very much, the teachers at the First Welfare Foundation, had originally, just wanted to, help the needed to have a better, a more comfortable life, but, their work had, touched the families as well, helped these families, changed for the better, giving a higher quality of life, of the family members.

Reason why I’d started this column, is because, I want the world to know, how extraordinary these teachers are, how they’re, using their, professionalism, their passions, persistence, and love, to help turn the families they’d helped, around, giving the families, new hope, so they can, keep on, hoping for, a better, a brighter future for themselves.

And so, this, is considered the fishing pole program, because this foundation had helped those who are, mentally decapacitated to have a skill set, to train them to take care of themselves, so, their families no longer need to worry about them all the time, and, this is an amazing program, and we should have more of these, social welfare foundations that are, doing this sort of work in the world.

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