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Helping Someone in Need in Times of the Outbreak

Helping some random stranger in need out, in times of, the “plague” here, teaching a very important lesson to your own young here, translated…

Seeing that man who’d fallen down, with blood covering over his face, I’d, tightened my hands on my twins’ hands, and the hesitation, gone in a, split second, I’d, walked up quickly towards him………

It was a sunny Sunday afternoon, the springtime sun shone just right, I’d, decided, to take my kids out to the Youth Parks, to see the turtles, to see how many squirrels we can spot, to throw the Frisbees, to let my children who’d been kept, indoors, in their boredom, to run and to, play a little.  They got tired of running, and we’d, walked to the local shops, planned to find something to eat, at this time, an elderly man not far from where I was, fell down.

First, he’d, lost his, foothold, then, fell hard to the ground, he’d, instinctively, tried to get back up, but, didn’t steady himself and, tripped, fell harder.  I’d, screamed loud, as the elderly man, barely, sat back up, as he’d, lifted his head towards me, I saw blood coming from his head, he’d, started, making sounds, that I couldn’t, quite understand.  Some of the passersby instinctively, dodged his way, there were even more people, who’d, just, stood by, and watched the elderly man bleeding, like they were, watching a street performer.

like this???  Photo from online

A father with a child, came up to the elderly man, handed him a tissue, signaled him to press it onto his head to stop the bleeding, I’d, had my children wait for me right where they were, rushed forward, and, dialed emergency, for the, very first time in my life.  On the other end of the line came, a steady and stable voice, other than having me make sure of the elderly man’s consciousness and his willingness, the individual also reminded me, to wear a mask, to protect myself.  I’d, subconsciously, pressed down on the edges of my surgical mask, to make sure that my face is, sealed underneath it, lifted my head toward my twins who were, about two meters away, and I’d be lying, if I say I wasn’t, the least bit, worried.

The ambulance rushed over shortly enough, after the call I’d made, and, in the basic first-aid measures being taken, the paramedics also checked the elder’s glucose and temperature— “he’s feverish!”, these words, made a ripple inside my mind, suddenly, the crowd that gathered had, vanished, I took out the alcohol I had to sanitize myself, and tried to remember if there were, any open wounds on either one of us when we’d interacted?

“Mommy, will the man get better?”, my daughter pulled on my shirt.  “Yes he will, because we both helped him out.”, I’d, squeezed my twins’ hands tightly, told them I was so proud of them.  Life may be fragile and unexpected, but I believe that humans are, innately, good, that we’re all, working, to make this world a better place, I hope that my twin daughters can, remember this very moment, that no matter what the circumstances, we should all, try to, help someone who’s in need out.  This unsettling time is, a test for human nature, and love, is the answer to all of these, trials of, all our lives.

And so, this, is quite, altruistic, because you saw someone in need, and, you’d, not thought twice, because the elderly man had fallen down, and was in need of assistance, and, you’d not allowed, the bystander effect, the diffusion of responsibility, to prevent you from helping the elderly man out, and, you’d, also show by example, to your twin young children, how important it was, to offer someone a helping hand too.

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The Costlessness of Her Concerns

Showing that smallest amount of care and concern, to those around you, it just might, brighten their days, a whole lot, and you made yourselves, a new friend too!  Translated…

Remember when I’d first started working in the office, I felt tried, by the elderly woman who cleaned up the restrooms—she’d always, set foot into the slots the moment everybody stepped outside to check, if we weren’t, careful enough, then she’d, started, nagging at us.  And, because of how she took cleaning up the toilets so seriously, it’d made us, feel stressed when we go, we’d rather, go to an alternative floor for the restrooms, than to, bump into her.  And because, we’re all, very busy at work, that nobody ever stopped, to chat with the elderly woman who cleaned up the toilets, at first, when I’d started working, I’d wanted to, catch up to the fast-paced work environment, I’d, often, said the general greetings to her, then, rushed off too.

Later on, I’d discovered, that the elderly woman, other than keeping to her job, of, keeping the toilets clean, she’d sat down on that one chair outside the toilets, slid on her cell phone, to chase the soaps, or using the video-voice messaging, to talk to her young who doesn’t live close to her, and, on this, fast-paced, floor, she’d become, an odd sort of, a freezeframe.

Several short conversations I’d held with her, I’d become, acquainted with her, she’d treated me like a granddaughter too, shown me care and concerns, even showed me, how to wash my hands completely, before I leave the restrooms, without knowing, that I was, awarded, the champion of hand washing in my preschool years.  And I’d known, that her children and grandchildren had, immigrated to Germany a long time ago, that in her eighties, she lives alone, and there were, hints of, loneliness and loss, in her words.

After the lunch break that day, I brought two drinks back.  And, as I’d, handed one to her, she’d become confused and asked, “Why are you treating me to this?  I’d never, given you, anything!”, I’d smiled and replied, “it’s not necessary!  Grandma works very hard, I hope this drink will, keep you energetic and your spirits up for the rest of the day!” then, I saw that flower, bloomed, radiantly, on her face.

Think on it, the elderly woman, never actually, given anything physical to me, but, that sort of concern and care she’d, shown my daily, was way more precious, than any sort of materials.

And so, this, is how we can learn to, interact with one another more, but we often got trapped up too much in our selves, had all our heads, UP our own, separate asses, to ever realize, that someone else close by is feeling bad, loss, or whatever, and, because we failed, to notice that these individuals we come across from day to day are in need, we missed, the opportunities, to show our cares and concerns, and, lose the chances of, making that, important connection, and that’s, just, very sad, wouldn’t you say???

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Their Home Got Broken Down by the Winds, Over Hundreds of Volunteers Came to Help with the Rebuilding of Their Homes

Goodwill, of the members of, the community here, off of the Front Page Sections, translated…

The rundown shack that the resident, Lee in Suao, Yilan couldn’t shelter him, his girlfriend had died, in the cold fronts last year, she was all that he had.  The New Taiwan Volunteer Group, in order, to not let the same things happen again, on the 21st, the volunteers had, built a house for him, so he could have a warm roof over his head.  There were, over hundreds of men and women who showed as volunteers, they’d all rolled up their sleeves, from all around Taiwan, pulled the money to get to the area, and, donated the materials, put up the money needed, for a house to get built out of their own pockets, this home that’s, made and filled with the love was built up, using two weekends, and it’s being, remodeled, and, by next Sunday, Lee could, move into it.

The sixty-four year-old man, Lee “Cheng” lived in poverty stricken means, the walls were falling down in his resistance, the roof leaked, it couldn’t, block out the wind or the rain, or the cold fronts that came.  “Cheng” had a girlfriend whom he’d, lived with, she was originally weakened by illness, and, as the cold fronts hit last November, their rundown shack couldn’t block out the cold weather, his girlfriend’s weakened body and couldn’t withstand the cold, she’d, passed away.

the “home” where Lee was living in

photo courtesy of the New Taiwan Volunteer Group from online

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Before “Cheng’s” girlfriend had passed, the volunteer group noticed this case, and immediately wanted to offer assistance, only, that they’d lacked the funding then, and the foundation was, overseeing other worse off families, and couldn’t offer the assistance on time, but they’re, already, raising the funds for the house for “Cheng” back then.  And yet, they were, too late, the rundown shack that “Cheng” resided in broken down, and it was, demolished, he’d, camped out in the cargo container houses close by.

The volunteer group, in order to NOT allow for the tragedies to happen again, in the leadership of the C.E.O., Yo, they’d, raised about $550,000N.T.s, bought the construction materials, shipped it to Suao.  And, all the builders were, volunteers, the volunteers gathered at three in the morn in Taoyaun on the 21st, got on the car, arrived in Suao, and started the building process.  The volunteers first set up the steel structures of the frames of the home, and connected the electricity, made sure that there’s water running, before this Saturday, they’re, going to start the remodeling of the inside of the house, the setting up of the furniture, the appliances, by Sunday next week, they’re, to hand over the keys to the house to “Cheng”, so he could, move in.

“The volunteers helped build up the house, and, they’d, put up the traffic costs, the foods, as well as their own, insurances too!”, Yo told, the volunteers, in helping to build up the house, they’d not received a cent in money, they’d even, had to, pay for their stay, as well as their meals.  The charges for food is $100N.T. a day, the room and board, $200N.T.s a day, the insurances cost $50N.T. per day, the cost of transportation, $100N.T., for this two day one night volunteer work, the volunteers needed to pull $550 N.T. out from their own pockets per person.

The volunteers were assigned to various duties based off of their expertise, some saw the steel pipes, welding, connected the wires, digging up the drainage pipes, as the material shipped couldn’t get to the construction sites, all the volunteers, started lining up, like ants, carried the heavy steel, wooden boards, the iron shack roofs, even the already, welded frames.  Everybody rolled up her/his sleeves, put that work helmet on, and started, working; some of the female volunteers who worked in the office, who’d, never lifted anything heavy, they’d helped, carrying the steels, the roof boards, the eleven-year-old boy, also did his part, helping to make the building project happen.

 

查看來源圖片a project, like this???  Photo from online

And so, this, would be, the collective efforts, the kindness from all around the island, because this man needed a roof over his head, and he couldn’t, buy a property on his own, because he couldn’t make the money, so, this group of volunteer came, to help make him a home from scratch, and in the process of building, everybody took up a role, to make this wonderful house, built with love happen, to give this man, a safe place to stay, a roof, over his head.

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The Air, My Friend

The column by Jimmi Liao, on the calming words of reassurance, offered to a young child, translated by me…

The Cloud Rocked Me in its Arms,

Hummed that Lullaby,

Don’t Worry Little Baby, Fret Not Little Baby

The Clouds are Light, the Wind Gentle, Everything Will be, All Right………

the artwork of Jimmi Liao, off of UDN.com圖/幾米

We are all in need, of this sort of a reassurance right now, especially with this whole world currently going crazy, and, the safest place we can find is here, inside our minds, for in our own minds, we are, able to, live on freely, without any worries or fears!

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Why Had She, Married Me

I wonder, W-H-Y, is that, huh???  Translated…

MERS-CoV had, affected my moods.  But actually, it doesn’t matter where we all go on our family vacation, it’s dangerous all around.  Just like, for my dearly beloved wife and I, being married over twenty years, still very much in love, and this trip to Japan, we’d had, our equal shares of fights with each other.  We’d argued on the bigger matters of, should we wear those masks or not.  Which way to go, what to have for our suppers, just not that, it’s too pricey, and, as she’d gone into the shops, she’d always stated, “I’ll only be a minute!”

And, “how many articles of clothing we should bring for the kids?” this long debated over topic for instance.  My “he’s dressed too warm already, he’s turning eighteen soon”, and I still couldn’t win from, “Then, if he gets a fever and it’ll be your fault if we aren’t allowed on the flights tomorrow then!”  and I can, only use the advantage of how later on that day, as my wife shopped around, sweating all over, as if there are, nine suns shining inside the malls, asking my son in front of her, “Are you, cold?”, this sort of, a prickly language.  And my youngest was compliant, stated, “wow, you’re right dad, it’s, super, duper cold!”, and, his mother rolled her eyes, all the way around her head several times.

There are, still a ton of, repeated events, that occurred, outside of or within, our, awareness.  Like the heating packs.  I’d later discovered, that my child’s mother, took the ten packs that she went to Hokkaido with, when it wasn’t, that cold, packed it all back in, to the luggage to Kyoto again.  She’d, brought it along, like, a security blanket, whether it’s, actually, cold or not.

Just like, how we’d wanted something brand new on these trips, we’d wanted to, connected these streets and shops inside of, our memories, and finally, we’d, trekked through all the specialty stores of Kyoto in, three years, then, at four, we’d, bumped into a shop that’s, about to close for the day, to finally, sit ourselves down, for lunch.  As I sorted through the menu, ordered the foods, I feel my legs’ numbness, go all the way, into my brains.  My youngest son stated, “Mommy, you look like you’re, about, to cry from walking so long.’, a joke or sorts, and, it’d, accidentally, twisted open ALL the faucets available there in Kyoto.  His mother’s tears came overflowing outward.  And, my youngest and I stared at each other, felt like, it must’ve been, something that each other had done, to cause, all of this.

“Before the temple awhile ago, at Kiyomizu Buddhist Temple, I’d called out to you both, to take those masks off for the pictures,” she’d, sniffled and continued, “and, I’d called you two as our two sons…………”, then, she’d, finally, melted down.  Yeah, surely, this was, the very first trip we’d, taken, without, our, eldest son.

Just like, we needed a place to travel to, to help everybody get past something, through that long underpass shopping strip, to the train station in Osaka, we’d bumped into a kind girl, who’d, helped me wife load up on her bus pass.  As we’d found that the young woman was, also from Taiwan, my dearly beloved wife started, casting aside all of our, itineraries, and started that conversation with that young lady, and found she was here, for a work-vacation.  Then, she’d started, showing her cares and concerns of how the young woman’s mask wasn’t, thick enough, like it was, lined with, only, a thin piece of, gauze or something.  The young woman told her that she’d run all over the pharmacies, but, all the masks were, out.  Then, my dearly beloved wife suddenly, pulled out the medical-grade mask she’d prepared for this trip, a pack of FIVE!, placed it in the young woman’s hand.  After pushing it back repeatedly, this young woman finally, took it, this gift that’s, not bought or sold, along with the kindness, from a complete, stranger.

This made my goosebumps surfaced, and I’d, felt, mildly, proud of my wife too.  She’s, quite compassionate.  Just like, my losers friend told me, that’s why, she’d, married me.

And all of that led to your, final conclusion of, “that’s why she’d, married you!”, it’s because of how kind, how sympathetic, how empathetic your wife is in nature, that she’d, married you, and, you should be, blessed, to find a wife who’s, kindhearted like that too!

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The Heart Behind Nailing in the Coffin, on Filial Relations

Out of respect, for the family who’d raised her, a final rite of passage here, translated…

One afternoon, the phone rang at my house, on the other end, came the voice of a woman, “Hello, youngest uncle!  Long time no see………” Wow, could it be, again?  The woman seemed to have felt my concerns, she’d immediately added, “Youngest uncle, I’m not a scammer, I’m………”, and the voice, it had, sounded, a whole lot like my niece all right.  “My mother’s in critical condition, since she fell ill, she’d been telling me, that after she passes, to ask you to help her ‘nail her coffin down.’”.

Then the past all came, rushing back to me, my eldest sister was adopted, I don’t have that many memories of her, by the time I was born, she was already, married away, or, maybe, I should say, she’d, eloped.  Back then, she wasn’t getting along with my eldest brother of twenty years senior, she’d fallen in love with a man in the factory she worked in, in those times, the neighbors, our relatives, families, and friend all chatted on and on, my father felt that he’d, lost face, and, claimed that she wasn’t, related to him anymore; and even so, as my eldest sister’s eldest daughter who was at the same age that I am, she’d taken her home to see our parents, and my parents no longer, felt angered anymore.  It’s just, that my eldest sister didn’t marry well, her husband didn’t take care of her family, and, she’d, insisted on not receiving any assistance from our parents, used her cooking skills, started a market food stand, raised her five young up.

The following day, I’d, immediately gone to the hospital to visit my eldest sister, being ill, she’d talked with happiness, on the parents who’d, raised her up, and, regretted how she didn’t, treat them with kindness, and recalled everything she experienced back at our home, in the end, she’d, asked me, to seal her coffin up with a nail symbolically, and naturally, I’d agreed to it.

A week later, my eldest sister passed on, and, in the funeral, my niece started crying, told me, “As you’d gone to see mom that day at the hospital, she was so happy, kept chiming on about how you’d agreed, to help seal up her coffin, how she finally, had a true family of origin…………”

“Sealing the coffins with nails” was originally something that was done for unwed women who’d died, having the male siblings of her own family to check to see if they’d been, abused to death, if there wasn’t sign of foul play, then, the male siblings would then, nail in the nails around the coffin, and this became a sort of a ritual out of courtesy of the deceased woman’s respect toward her own family of origin.  At this very moment, I’d, finally, come to understanding of why my eldest sister requested that I be the one, who’d, helped her complete, this most important ritual of her life that came after her death, this was, her deep love, her remembrances, of our, parents.

And so, this, is a ritual of the family, and the woman was adopted, and, she’d, married badly, and, despite how she’d, gone against her own adoptive parents’ wishes, they’d still, loved her wholeheartedly, and, accepted her back into the family, and, the niece asked the uncle to nail her own mother’s coffin, not just as a way of fulfilling her own mother’s, final wishes, but it was, a sign of respect the woman had for her own family which she was, raised in.

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Lost in Thought, a Poem

On trying and finally accepting, the inevitable: DEATH, translated…

On the Day I Dreamt of My Mother

I’d Not Checked the Albums on My Phone to See

If the Buddha Had His Eyes Lowered

If the Background was the Mountains or the Cliffside

Don’t Lie to Me, Just, Come All Out

The Lenses, Too Worldly

Can’t Switch to that Boundary

The Mothers of Others Kept Aging

Becoming Those, Old Yams, Old Taros with the Bearded Roots

Walking Slower, No Need to Rush

Take Your Children & Grandchildren, Dragging Yourself Along that Stroller

In the Early Evenings, the Swallows Returned Back to Springtime

That Stumbling Shadow with the Back Turned Had Always Been Mistaken by Me

That It Shall Be, Returned, to that Familiar Address

The Storyline Shattered, and Crumbled Multiple Times

Slowly I Knew to Hide, so I Can Accompany This One Dream

No Need to Argue, No Need to Tell the News

God Shall Come by, the Eggshell Broken

It’s Best that You’re, Taken Hostage

And Get Hatched and Become Anything Else

What’s Meant to Come in Eventuality, the Crowds Appeared in Black-and-White, Silent in the Freeze Frames

There’s Too Much Logic Underneath the Sun

Circling Oneself, Enveloping Oneself

Using a Lock, to Escape

I am, Out

Walked in a Straight Line with My Own Mother

Don’t Clench My Hands Too Tight, Don’t Rest

And, Don’t Blink

So this is, a man’s, coping with his own mother’s, death, because, of how his mother is, almost dead, and he is finally, allowing the fact of what’s, inevitable, sink into his mind…coping with this, loss that simply can’t be, avoided.

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