How the grandparents found ways into interacting with their grandchild, using HIS, interest profile, translated…
One day last week after supper, my third-grade grandson, Cheng-Cheng brought a three-by-three Rubik’s cube to show me, said that he’d been playing, that after he’d mixed up the colors, it takes him about forty seconds to put the same colors all on the sides, I’d commended him on how amazing he was, and asked him if he could also teach grandma to do it too? He’d told me sure, then, asked me for a pen and paper, and started dictating to me the steps to solve the Rubik’s Cube, with the notes written for me.
Holy, I don’t even know what a Rubik’s Cube was until this day, plus, the nine-year-old child’s lacking in the means to teach well, my head started, swelling up. But in this process of him teaching me, I’d found, that he was, so very, patient, as I’d asked him questions, he’d repeatedly shown me how, until his dad upstairs called him up to take a bath, Cheng-Cheng still didn’t want to go yet, because, he’d not yet taught me how to solve the third layer of the Rubik’s Cube yet.
I’d told him, the lesson can’t be finished today, we do it another day! Rushed him to go upstairs to take a bath, then to bed. As he got upstairs, he’d immediately LINED me: “If you have any questions, line me anytime.” So, my young grandson was really into, training me to solve the Rubik’s Cube.
After lunch the following day, Cheng-Cheng was responsible, coming over to continue teaching me from yesterday, I’d told him “Cheng-Cheng, I went shopping for the groceries, I didn’t find the time to digest what you’d taught me from yesterday, and I’m sorting through the produces I got today right now, I don’t have the time here, we shall begin again, tomorrow then!”
And, to make sure that I understand what my grandson was talking about the following day, I’d, found the videos on the Rubik’s Cubes that night, with Cheng-Cheng’s beginners’ lessons, I’d, immediately, finished the Rubik’s cube. Yay, great!
But the following morn, I’d still decided to let him teach me, to make him feel, that he’d, taught his grandma how to solve the Rubik’s cube, that way, it would, please him more?
Still recalled how when he’d started playing go, he’d often bugged the two of us to play with him, we didn’t know a thing about go, and so, we’d, immediately started flipping through the volumes, and we’d also, found the videos on how to play online, then, we’d started, getting it. Although, playing with him, who’d won the young champion trophies, we’d felt like we were, slaughtered, but, winning and losing isn’t our, focus, we just want to, have more opportunities to interact with our grandson.
And so, as he’d asked us to accompany him to play the piano, to play soccer, badminton…………we were, both, very happy to oblige. Getting involved in what he’s into, hoping we could, increase the chances of interactions with him, to have common conversation topics, because I do NOT want our conversations to get reduced to, “have you eaten today yet?”
And so, this is how this young grandchild, got his grandparents active in learning new things, because they want to interact with him at his level, and seeing how diverse the child’s interests are, that’s why, the elders had, upped their abilities to learn things.
A wish, so simple, and yet, not always, a given, the wish of aging, dying without, any troubles here, translated…
As we age, we’d bumped into those whom we hadn’t seen in a long while in the waiting rooms of the hospitals, and after the hellos, and greetings, “I’m here for my cataracts”, “here for my teeth implants”, then, waving to one another, one going the left, the other, turned right, no need for the chit chats, besides, we may meet back up on another occasion soon.
In the physical therapy unit, right on time, those who knew one another sat next to each other, no surprises, a gentle and light, “hey, you’re here too!” You have the bone spurs on the cervical spinal column, I had a slipped disc on my lumbar vertebrates, we’re, on the same boat here. This sort of a serendipitous meeting, we must be connected, from over five hundred years ago I suppose.
Someone once set up the needs of the various ages in simple words: in the teens, we take in the intelligence, by the twenties, we look at the degrees, thirties, the abilities, forties, experiences, fifties, finance, sixties, agility, seventies, your medical records, eighties, the lunar calendars……………it’s easy for modern day people to live into the super elderly years, and by age eighty we still don’t need to read the lunar calendars yet, and yet, there were those who had yet to become elderly, but with the medical records stacked to sky high, and can collect all the records, into a volume of master thesis or doctoral dissertations, and, there wouldn’t be the doubts of plagiarism.
illustration from UDN.com
I’d gathered with my coworkers who’d been retired, because we’d not seen each other, it’d felt like a lifetime ago, I’d wanted to tell them of my troubles of my nerve endings feeling suppressed, Trees who sat opposite couldn’t wait to show me that scar on his scalp. He’d been going in and out of the hospitals for dialysis for sixteen years to date, the hospitals became a home away from home for him, yet, the bacteria got inside his brains, and he’d had an open skull surgery as an emergency operations, lay in the hospitals for a very long time, he’d, written ten, twenty articles on FB then, showed that the brains were opened up, then, sewn back together, to prove that he could still, think well.
Before I could feel surprised, Shih-Yi close by lifted up his shirt, showed us the scar on his belly. Told us, that one day as he was walking on the streets, he’d felt the sharp pains of daggers in his heart, then felt that something wasn’t right, immediately called up an ambulance, “I had the aortic dissection, the most dangerous kind”, the cardiologist told, that had I been a split second coming in, I would’ve been a goner for sure. They’d started describing what they’d gone through, of how they’d, almost, died, and it’d, shocked and thrilled us all, comparing, my problem turned out to be, no-big-deal.
One day, my friend came to visit me, she’d looked, lost, “he’d been bedridden for many a year, is gone now, and I’m, all alone.”, she’d sighed sorrowfully toward the air in the room. She’d taken care of her husband wholeheartedly, and now, she’d fulfilled her duties, and should be relieved, but instead, she’d, felt, loss. “the first to leave wins, I took care of him until he’d died, and who’s going to look after me when I fall ill?”, both her parents passed from cancer, she was high-risk for it too, and that’s why she’d felt, uneasy.
The machine’s been used for decades on end, even if we go for our regular tune-ups, there’s still no way of keeping it perfect, besides, it’s the flesh and bones we’re, talking about. Nobody can escape death, and death is like lights getting turned off, but, everybody seemed to be fearful of illness when they are to die, my friend’s seeing her husband being bedridden for long, and felt even deeper over this, growing older, falling ill, and then, dying, if we can skip past the ill part, then, wouldn’t that be, great. Looking back: in my twenties, I wanted to look pretty, by thirty, I’d felt, young, by forty, good if I am working in a government office, by fifty, money is good, sixty, leisure’s nice, by seventy, no illnesses, amazing! By eighty, it’s great to be alive……………this is, right ON! In the hundred years we would be given, it’s a dream, the wealth, the statuses, became, nothing meaningful, if we don’t get overcome with illness, if we don’t have any worries on the mind and the heart, that’s the life, of Gods.
And so, this is the understanding you’d come to, now that, you’re, elderly, you’re realized, that all that you’d been pursuing, isn’t as important as being health, and this is only a simple wish, and yet, not many of us get to have it, because we did NOT take care of our bodies when we were younger, thinking that, oh, I will age gracefully just the same, but we won’t, the taking care of our systems, needs to start when we were, young.
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
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.
The extra gains of values of wisdom from this, arts and crafts course you’d taken, translated…
For a time, I’d gotten into collecting the seeds, and started stringing them together, and so, I’d started up the idea of making the bracelets, at the time, my older schoolmate led me into the knotting class offered at the Taipei Arts Museum, I’d started learning the skills under Ms. Shih. As I was only a beginner, I’d not known the difference between the various types of knots, let alone, known how to follow the steps on the diagrams. And, as I’d gone to the classes during the daytime, it took me up into the wee hours of the nights, and still couldn’t finish the project of that day, I’d felt, really upset over it. Thankfully, the instructor taught me step by step and didn’t lose patience with me, and, there was a group of fellow students who are just as interested in this form of art as I as my companions, and then, things started, falling into, their, rightful, places, and I can, now make the Chinese knot projects.
With the skills getting better, the classmates became more and more acquainted too, we’d shared the goings on in our lives with one another, the two-hour per week classes, we’d all, cherished the time we had, there were rarely any, absents. Ms. Shih would become a personality dissector, took up our knots, and stated humorously, “this person must be anal, look how tight the knots are, with the need to scrub down the pots and pans, the floors, redo the dishes.” She’d used that as a reminder to us: not all knots needed to get pulled too tight, sometimes, leaving some spare, there would be the room to move around, and the knots will become very fluid then.
Our instructor, Ms. Bao-Rong often told, “Relax, don’t hurry! Trust yourselves, and everything will be fine. Everything is beautiful, you look at someone else’s work, and think, how beautiful, but know, that your work is also, well done, that, is the values of life through the knots!” And, the classes, became a best way I have, of, de-stressing.
And now, I’d, forgotten the purpose of why I took the courses, to make the project with the seeds, and in the process of learning to knot, I’d found, the aesthetic and the wisdoms of life.
And so, this is how the gains are, unexpected, how we’d, often had our goals in mind, going into something, and yet, when we come back out, we’d gained, more than what we’d hoped to achieve.
Mind you! I am NOT damaged here! Just because someone forced himself onto me, and no, I still did NOT ask for it here, that doesn’t mean that I DESERVED it!
I am NOT damaged, it took me, a very long time, to finally know, it wasn’t, my fault, and took me even longer, to finally make my self accept what had happened to me.
I am NOT damaged, that’s the term, ascribed to the victims, and I’m still NO “vic”, I’d, survived already. I am NOT damaged, you can see me as whatever the @#$% (maxed out!) you want to see me as, it don’t matter, ‘cuz I know HOW I came into “being”, I know what made me into who I am, and nothing can, replace that!
I am NOT damaged, so, don’t EVER, pity me, I got ZERO need for those shits, and if you want to pity someone, pity yourselves, for your lack of education, for your ignorance.
For not all of us, who’d, survived through these, serious SHITS in our separate lives, deserved any of your, pities, not all of us, enjoy playing that role of the vic, besides, got NO need for all that, unwanted attention in my life.
Well, it this is NOT awkward, then I don’t’ know WHAT is!!!
So, let’s, imagine this, I, the QUEEN, wandering off on her own (again!!!), walks into that SPERM BANK, and I tell the worker at the counter: hello, I’m here, to receive a TADPOLE!
Then, they sent me, waiting, in that, room with the, neutral colored walls (said to have that, sort of a, calming effect???), and I wait, and wait, and wait, how LONG, does it take ONE loser, to FIRE of a fucking shot??? I’d, wondered…
The “meet up”, with the, “father” of my, child, well, that’s it, we shook hands, and I tell “it” (b/c, that is, what all you sons-of-bitches, not the four-legged varieties, had been reduced down to by me!), thanks for your DONATION!
and here’s, what Fungi imperfecti” looks like…
The “meet up” with the, “father” of my, child, uh, yeah, you wish, if I want to continue to have these children of mine, I go into my own head, and I’m, reproducing like that FUNGUS (deuteromycota, anybody???) and I start, popping ‘em all out.
And so, this saves the bill, losers, and no need to treat the QUEEN out for a beer (as it will, give me GAS, and I HATE that feeling of bloating!!!), and, no thanks on the dinner invite, like I can’t pay for my own meals here??? You have GOT to be, shitting me here!!!
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…
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.
Getting the entire class involved in designing the activities for all, she’d helped the students gain empathy, and made sure that those students with special needs are also, involved in the physical education courses too, off of the Front Page Sections, translated…
The Hsinbei City Banciao High School instructor, Yang worked hard to innovate the kinesiology courses, set up the specialty instructors’ group with other physical education teachers in the country, to develop the creative, innovative teaching materials. Through the teamwork, the project-based learning methods, the modules of physical education, incorporating the technologies, helped the students find their passions for the exercises, the sports, and regained their self-confidence, she’d competed in the creative kinesiology lesson plans competitions and won many awards, she had won the Teacher of the Year Award this year for the innovations in teaching physical education.
the coach, with the students in basketball practice!
Other than a homeroom instructor, she’s also, the boys’ basketball coach, the P.E. teacher, also the Kinesiology Science Center’s Seed teacher, gotten involved in the NPDL, the Department of Education’s QPE plans, toured as a guest lecturer, shared her experience, showed her passions in all areas of education.
One of her student, Yen, with cerebral palsy, who’d often, “drove” her electrical wheelchair around the school. Yang-Yang, the visually impaired student who can see no more than six inches before his face, is quite agile, can always dodge the obstacles right before he’d, bumped into them. At a substitute for the special needs instructor, she’d gotten the opportunity to work with these students, and, promised to give them, “a P.E. class for you like everybody else!”
First, Yang used the health and leisure activities to help increase the depth of her courses, to give the students who has her for electives a first hand experience of how the handicapped had experienced things differently, and had the students’ input, in coming up with the fitting physical activities for the whole class to get involved with, through the test trials, the amending the procedural, through the team games, to help the students gain empathy, to having the students sit in the wheelchairs, with the patches covering their eyes, to have the students imagine, the challenges the special needs students may face, and how they’re to, get pass the challenges.
Yang told, that the belief of education she wanted to pass to her students is turning the limits to opportunities, through the creativity of the classes, she’d, set up the what seemed to be, impossible P.E. course.
And so, this instructor not only, taught her kids that exercise is important, in staying health, through getting the class involved in designing the activities that the special needs students can also get involved in, she’d taught them about empathy as well, amazing, this woman, in having her students get involved in the hands-on, to teach them about accepting those who are, different than they are, and that is something, that her class will find useful, even outside of the school setting.
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
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.