Babysitting My Young Granddaughter

I feel that panic coming on, it’d been, how long again, since I had to, look after and take care of, a young, child???  Oh that would be, NEVER!!!  Translated…

My granddaughter’s nanny took her ten days of holiday, a couple of months ago, my daughter-in-law asked me to step in.  I’d thought, playing with my granddaughter was my right, besides, I’d not gone to stay at my son’s home a long, long time, I’d, filed my absence slips with the exercise group, my volunteer group, along with my physical and online courses, and told them jokingly, that I’d been, hired as a “temporary Taiwanese maid”.

if only, it will, go this, smoothly…photo from online

My friends envied that I still had the values, and some also, warned, that at my age, I shouldn’t, strain myself out, especially with my problems of the slipped disc, it’d made me worry more, of how my condition will, worsen, with my young granddaughter’s begging me to hold her.  And so, other than all the clothes needed for the varied weather changes, my waist protecting band, heating pad, along with the various anti-inflammatory meds, painkillers, the blood pressure medications, and the eye drops and more, all stuffed into my luggage, like I was on a visit to Europe for ten days, and, I’d worried, that if my daughter-in-law sees me hauling this huge luggage, she may worried, that I will, overstay my, welcome and start getting, panicky.

My husband who’s still working, worried that I might not be able  to, handle our not-yet-a-year-old, active, energetic young granddaughter, and I can only, carried that heart of fears mixed in with the expectancies, headed forward; besides, I’d, designed my younger sisters who are, “great aunts” to come over to sit and chat with me once I got to my son’s home, to help me play with my young granddaughter.  Seeing how actively they’d engaged in the routes to travel up north, and ordering the tickets, it seemed, that they’re, really looking forward to going to their nephew’s home to hang out for the very, first time.  I hope, that the day that they’re set to visit, they won’t see me, covered in dust and filth, along with the diapers, the bottles, flying all over my son’s, home.

and who knows, maybe it’ll be, easy like this…photo from online

From before I’d heard, that after people retired, they would start working full-time or on occasion, to their children’s home to babysit, it’d felt, leisurely and ordinary.  So how come, when it comes to my turn, and although, I was only asked to help out, why did I feel like I was, sent to the, battlefields, unprepared?  I should truly feel grateful now, that my mother was there, in her sixties, watching my son for my day and night, so I never had to, deal with the panics of the babysitting realm.  And now, I’d past sixty, would I have what my mother had, taking good care of my, young, granddaughter?  I’m certain, that mothers are strong, and grandmothers, stronger!

So, this is, only, on occasion when you were asked by your son to babysit your young granddaughter, and you’re, making UP for the times that you couldn’t be there for your own child, because you had to work, and now, the shoe’s on the, other foot!

The Air, My Friend

How do you think, we compared, to those, lower orders of, living organisms, by our means in mistreatments of them, huh???  The column by Jimmi Liao, translated by me…

I’d Caught a Pretty Human,

Placed Her in a Jar, Took Her Home with Me

Worry Not, All,

I will Certainly, Puncture Some Tiny Holes on the Lid

So She Can Live Long & Well, Having the Fresh Air to, Breathe

Well, that’s, a HELL of a LOT, gentler, than how we do it, isn’t it?  I mean, we humans put what we caught inside the jars, and, screw the lid on too tight, and we forget to puncture those, tiny, air holes for the creatures we’d caught and kept, and sometimes, we’d gone, a step farther, shaking those jars, and ask: hey, you DEAD in there???  And what this insect is doing TO a human being, is WAY, WAY, WAY more, merciful…

Grandma’s Cat’s Eyes

This cherished rock, turned out to be, a total, FAKE!!!  But, the history of your families is, real as, ever…translated…

I have a box of minerals made of cypress, the lid was made of glass.  Inside the compartments of the individual slots, were the minerals I’d collected, the slots appeared like the Instagram posts in physical forms, every time I’d opened the box, other than the scent from the cypress, it’d, appeased my, sight as well.

There was a section of the box with the rocks and minerals I’d bumped into by chance, other than what I’d picked up off the ground, more were gifts.  Some where the rhodochrosite, the pebbles I’d collected from the campus of the University of Heidelberg, the prize from the drawing of the book signing, the nephrite.

My friend who’d come to afternoon tea at my place situated herself in my living room, and at first sight, she’d caught my box of minerals.

“That’s so amazing, can I see it?”, I’d nodded, of course you can, the minerals aren’t really that big a deal, most were the original, unpolished, minerals, I’m no collector, I just like things that I saw that call out to me, maybe, it’s the collector’s box that’s made me seemed, like an, experienced, collector.

“Oh!”, she’d let out a yelp, “What is this one?”

I’d set my eyes on what she had, oh, this one, it’s a, long, story.

My friend used her eagle sight, caught that fish oil pill sized “cat’s eye”, something from my father, also, one of the heirlooms from, grandma.  The story traces back to about half a century ago, back then, grandma took her children to Taipei, situated in Shihpai, and became a second landlady, rented a room of their apartment out to an elderly retired serviceman, the elderly servicemen grew a beard, a faithful Christian, they’d nicknamed him, “Jesus”.  They got along fine, “Jesus” was kind, but had a ton of bad friends who got him into gambling, who’d, enticed him to the wrong business ventures, and in the very end, he’d lost all he ever had, all his pension, and he’d still owed grandmother the rent for the rom, and in the end, he can only, use this rock as a collateral, told that it was a gemstone that his mother handed to him before he’d enlisted into the army, and came to Taiwan.  “Jesus” ended up, all alone, dying in his bedroom, and, my families gave him a simple funeral, because he was their, neighbors, and, this “cat’s eye”  got passed down to, me.

“But, is it the real cat’s eye gem?”, my friend questioned.

And she was, correct too, I’d, checked a lot of volumes of gemstone encyclopedia, because there’s that, fakeness to it, I’d asked dad what it was, he’d told me it was cat’s eye this time, and, garnet the next…….

“I don’t know, it’s something passed from Grandma down to us.”, I’d, given the response my father gave to me.

“I’d made it out to be fake at first sight”, I’d not denied my friend’s views, this, just as well, is a, fake.  But, this fake piece of jewelry, had the story of my families, an heirloom left behind by, grandma.

“But it’s, totally, fake!”  my friend insisted, it’d made me take several deep, inhales, that cake that’s eaten to flat, symbolized our friendship about to be, destroyed, and, the originally leisurely afternoon tea, turned into, a gathering, disaster, at the moment, I just, wanted to, close up my box of collected minerals, and told her to get out.

The stone is fake, but the heirloom, real, what is false, what is true?

It didn’t matter if the item is not real, the histories of your families are, real as, ever, and that should be, all that mattered, it does NOT matter if that rock is real or not, it’s, a part of your, history just the same.

A Kiss for Mom

How we remembered, and honored our loved ones after they’d been, gone…translated…

My father who’s ninety-seven is in his dreams, I didn’t wake him.  Bring along a poem I just finished, I’d passed through the city ravaged by the rain, through your silent lying on the side, listening to the waves, with the Guanying Mountain in the distances, gazing up at the morning, star.

Dad is slowly losing his memories now, forgotten that you’d, left, forgotten that he’d, cried over you, didn’t remember the heartaches.  When he’d longed and asked for you, I’d always told him, “mom’s watching T.V.” or, “mom went to bed already!”, then, the small room we were in, fell into, that boundless, silence.

Dad’s been blind a long time, with only the dying hearing remained out of his right year, last night, he’d complained of not hearing your calls of late.  I’d, modeled after the trembling hands that you had in your Parkinson’s, held on to his thin, frail, palm, he’d, smiled and took my hand, kissed it gently, and his, silvery white stubbles, gave me the tingling pains.

At age ninety-seven, dad’s still dreaming, I’d not waken him up.  The raging rain released a bit, the flowers outside, all fallen to the pavement, the springtime thunder rolled at the tip of the end of the distant, skies, the morning, patted my face gently like you’d done before, reminded me to get a gulp of warm water before I head out.  I’d come to before you, patted the plaque of your spirit, I’d brought you a kiss, the kiss that’s, kept on your, mind.

So, this is in death, how we remembered our loved ones.  We keep these rituals of worship, to keep those whom we’d loved and lost, still alive in the, memories, and somehow, this ritualistic behavior, can help us, cope with death better…

I Shot My Enemy, & He’d Bled, Red

I Shot My Enemy, & He’d Bled, Red

Someone Shot Me Too, & I’d Bled, Red Also

There’s No Difference Between the Colors of Our Blood

Despite the Colors of Our Skin, One is Paler than the, Other’s

I Shot My Enemy, & He’d Bled, Red

at war, for the sake of, differences of beliefs in religion…artwork from online

I Cut Myself (No for the Purpose of SUICIDE!!!), and I’d Started, Bleeding RED Too

And I Looked Around, See This War All Around Us

It’d Dawned on Me, What We’d Been, Fighting for

If We Shared the Same Color of Blood

Then, We are, One of the, Same

The Everlasting Feud Between Israel & Palestine, the Younger Generations’ Songs Expect More Tolerance & Peace

Something SHOULD be learned, from these, young choir members, who sing their songs together in harmony, with both Palestinian and Israeli performers, trying to, make  the music, perfect…off of the Front Page Sections, translated…

From the Hamas attack on Israel on October seventh, 2023, causing the severe fatalities and injuries, the following day Israel declared war, and used an even worse mean of attack, the bloodshed started gaining momentum, it’d been six months to date, there’s still NO signs of a ceasefire.

The Jewish and the Arabs had been on bad terms for a whole of one hundred fifty years on end, in 1881, the Jews who’d been exiled for a whole of two thousand years, for the very first time, migrated back to the origin of their race.  At the start of the twentieth century, Great Britain had promised to assist the Jewish population to set up a “home for their race” in the area of Palestine, with ninety-percent Arab population.  Afterwards, came the genocide of World War II, which sped up the Jews’ escaping Europe, returning to their homeland, and, the Jewish finally was allowed to set up a country of their own back in 1948, and the following year, the country was admitted as a member of the U.N., gotten “certified” as a country by the world.  And yet, the Israeli-Arab, the Israeli-Palestine conflicts didn’t stop there.

This time the Israeli-Hamas Conflict, served as an inventory for the roles of the bystander countries, the international relations, the roles the countries played, all started, showing, that delicate, change, there were the supportive of Hama that criticized Israel severely, like Qatar; the supportive of Israeli, to adjust the military power settings in the world, like the U.S.  A “conflict” of another country, reflected the many, calculations of the countries not directly involved, and all started from their own, benefits, and none of it was for the sake of justice, or what’s, right.  In recent days, the U.S., which prided itself on democratic means, sent the massive police forces into the U.S. campuses to arrest the protesting students for the Palestine cause, and the means they’d used, was also, thrilling as well.  The violence of the Hong Kong anti-extradition movement back in 2019, all are well aware, that the forces behind the movement was from, the, U.S.

the man, Micah Hendler, on how he managed to, bring these cultures who hate one another, together, to sing in, harmony, off of YouTube…

In the harshness of the fires of war, a choir group composed of younger Israeli and Palestinian generations, they had a different history and life experiences, when they were in rehearsal, they used three different languages: Hebrew, Arab, and English, and yet, they all, combined with one another well in one choir, using their songs to sing out their hopes and dreams, expectations of peace, and harmony.  The founder of the choir, Micah Hendler, began the choir back in 2012, in hopes that through the musical training, the traditional choir meets, to set up a new group that can, merge the varied political stances.  And now, as the fires of war raged on, this group of younger generations of Israelis and Palestinians, are hoping to sing out their songs for peace.

Many a year ago, I’d gone to Israel, naturally, I’d, visited Jerusalem, and the city is divided in half, with a half, ruled by Palestine, the other, by Israel, I saw the Palestinian soldiers who used the rifles and weapons, also the faithfully worshipping Jewish population, all living in this, holy city, and I’d, felt the scary balance between the Israeli and Palestinian cultures.  This group of young choir performers, were from east and west of Jerusalem, in the same city, but, at opposing ends to one another, they can’t choose the sides, but can choose to use tolerance, and love to interact with one another, through the choir performances, the conversations, breached that huge gap, dissolving the hatred their culture had for each other, to heal up the traumas, using music to deliver the visions of peace and hope to all.

In the interview with a Palestinian member of the choir, the individual stated, we originally didn’t share any beliefs, and it takes a ton of courage, while we can’t, change this, ugly, world, but we can, establish a peaceful interaction between ourselves and each other.  Micah Hendler stated, there’s NO winner in this war for Israel and Palestine, the only winners are the extremist, and the civilians are, the one who are, shouldering the most in the, losses.

There’s not a shortage of hatred, of war in this world right now, what we’re in dire need of is letting go of the hate, having more tolerance for one another, loving each other, although we have different cultures, customs, and perspectives, but only love will, carry everything, block out, all that’s, bad.  I hope, that here in Taiwan, we will stop, attacking each other, because we have a difference of belief systems, to let go of our, prejudices, to learn to love one another, to tolerate each other, that way, there will be, real peace real, harmony, like in the choirs, the four parts in synchrony, became one huge, harmony, becoming, music to the ears.

And so, this is the hope and prayers for, peace on earth, but unfortunately we live on EARTH, where there’s the FOUR horsemen of the APOCALYPSE, running around loose (famine, strife, death, war???) right now, and, until every one of us, can get it into our heads, that hey, we are all one of the same, the only RACE that matters in the HUMAN RACE (or if you like, DOGGIES, as I would much prefer!), then, there will always be war, because the politicians will always be, manipulative, and the opportunistic countries (still not naming names here: U.S., and other European “justice servers” of the world!), out to make a killing, from the trials of other countries.  Because humans ARE, BAD, because we can’t see the BIGGER picture, we still, get our heads, STUCK up our, separate asses, only considering what benefits ME first!!!

The Support-Palestine Movement Continues, the Protesters Marched into the Commencements of Two Universities

These students, have better understanding of WHAT freedom means, than ALL of the legislators, the president of the U.S., up on, Capitol Hill in D.C.!  Off of the Front Page Sections, translated…

In the University of Michigan, University of Indiana, More than Dozens of Students Were Protesting, Before the Commencements in University of Southern California, Columbia University, the Police Were Stationed

The campout in support of Palestine protests are spreading across the U.S. university campuses of late, this month, the commencement ceremonies of the graduations of the colleges in the universities are hit first.  In University of Michigan, University of Indiana, the protests occurred on the fourth when the graduation commencements were, held, while the University of Virginia had called in the police authorities to help clear the protesters off the school grounds, at least twenty five arrested.

protesting students at Ann Arbor, Michigan…off of YouTube…

The University of Michigan Ann Arbor held the graduation commencements on the fourth, there were, about seventy-five students protesters, marching across the campus.  The university stated, that at the beginning of the ceremonies, they’d shouted out the mottos, and marched onto the avenue, the campus security had, escorted them to the back of the stadium, to allow them to protest freely, nobody was arrested in the whole process.

The spokesperson of U of M, Mastony stated, “for decades, there’d been peaceful protests like this one at all the graduation commencements in University of Michigan history.”

The University of Indiana in Bloomington commencement on the fourth, there were 6,700 graduates, plus the parents, a total of more than 40,000 in attendance, there were the police forces in and out of the auditorium stationed, but there were still, dozens of students at the time of the ceremonies, split into two groups, exiting out of the stadium in protest, and called out the motto of support for Palestine.

In U of V, Charlotteville, the police announced the take down of the tents of the protesters on X, chased off the protesters, and at least, twenty-five were, arrested.  The S.A.I.C., and the Vassar College, all found the police to clear the protesters off the campuses, to arrest the students camping out.

In Vermont University, the school originally had asked the U.N. Ambassador to come to speak at the commencement, but at the demands of the protesters, this arrangement was, cancelled.

and here’s how the schools are, handling it, off of YouTube, from U of V

In Kent State in Ohio, hundreds of Palestine-Support protesters gathered on the campus on the fourth, called out for the ceasefire of the Israeli-Hamas War, demanded that the school cut its ties with the arms dealers, and the weapon manufacturers, and commemorated the massacre of students of the Vietnamese War Era protesters’ fifty-fourth anniversary.  On May fourth, 1974, the national guard stationed at the school, to keep the protesters in check opened fire toward the students, causing four protesting students to die, nine wounded.

In USC, the university told CNN on the fourth, that the school in enforcing its safety measures, that the LAPD officers will be stationed in the school before the commencement.  The school announced on the third, that it’d planned to host the “family graduate celebration”.

As for in Columbia University, the students had continually protested in the campouts for weeks on end, after the massive arrests by the police, the school asked the New York Police Department to station in the school until at least the seventh, two days after the designated date of the commencements.  For the purpose of safety measures, the main commencement of Columbia University had been, cancelled, the smaller scales of the colleges’ commencement still, planned.  The Barnard College staff members are planning to attend an alternative graduation ceremonies on the sixteenth.

In the future weeks, there are more commencements, graduation ceremonies in the U.S.  Washington Post summed up all of the related news reports, the police and the statements from the universities, in just the past two weeks, there’d been, more than 2,300 arrested across the university and college campuses of the U.S.  The protesters’ primary demands were for the schools to stop the transactions from the Israeli-supportive enterprises, demanded that the schools withdraw the money from these, enterprises.

So, this was, similar to the peace protests during the Vietnam War Era (still wouldn’t know, ‘cuz hadn’t been around that long!), but, this showed, how when the government is supporting the WRONG side, the masses rise up, and, these students are doing, MORE for the sake of DEMOCRACY than the government of the U.S. is doing, supporting the Palestinians to set up their own country, which had been barred by the U.N., since when again???  1947, and yes, just CHECKED my “references” online…

Where Did the Little Angel Fly to?

How do you, teach a young child about loss, about, death, to help them, grieve for the loss of a, best friend???  On the lessons of life and death, translated…

As We Were Feeling Sad that the Young Life is Lost, How Would My Six-Year-Old Young Grandson, Face with Losing His, Best Friend……………

After my eldest grandson came home from school, he kept stating, “after I tell grandpa a story, I will be, filling up the balloons”.  I’d agreed in no time, and waited until he’d finished reading to me, his dad said, it was getting late and they should head home, he’d become, angry, felt that the adults didn’t keep their promises, stressed that he will, fill up the balloons before he heads home.

I couldn’t understand why he was so stubborn about filling the ballons, I’d picked him up and asked, “it’s really late, mom’s waiting for you at home, can’t you fill up the balloons tomorrow?”, suddenly, he got teary eyed, “Yu is gone, I want to give him his, favorite, balloon………”, I’d originally thought he was joking, and I’d, confirmed it with him repeatedly, to see if he was telling me the truth, he’d cried and started, “I’m not lying, grandma…….he really, went to, heaven to be an, angel……….”, suddenly, I’d felt my heart wrenching, while I’d felt bad for the young life that’s, lost, but how will my six-year-old young grandson, cope with his best friend’s, death?  All I could do, is quietly, sat with him, to fill up the white, long, balloons, he said, “I didn’t get to write any words of blessing to Yu, I will have the teacher teach me to tomorrow then.”

illustration from UDN.com

As my eldest grandson left for home, my husband and I decided, to NEVER mention this again, hoping, that it’ll help him, slowly forget this, sad memory.  These two best friends were deeply connected, back when they were in the two-year-classes together, because Yu with the eye conditions couldn’t quite express himself in whole sentences, the teacher assigned my outgoing, active eldest grandson to be his buddy, they were seated next to each other in class, and slowly, they’d turned into, the best of friends.  When my eldest was at home, he’d told us about the progresses that Yu had made, for instance: he’s speaking now, in more complete sentences, he can count from one to ten now, the two built the castles out of blocks, drawn, and other leisure activities together.  In the three years of time shared, any project my eldest grandson had made in my home, he’d told, “I shall give this to Yu tomorrow”.  Yu was also, very popular in the class, this childish friendship, surely, was, precious, and yet, right after the New Year’s, it all came to, a dead, halt.

We’d originally thought, that not talking about death was the best way to help our eldest grandson, but as I saw on the assignment books, the teacher left a two-page note that moved me—the instructor specially selected an illustrated book about death, “The Dinosaur went to Heaven”, to teach the young children about death, and she’d described how on the day as the students went to the funeral, and placed the gifts for the child who was lost; as they went to see the child off, the instructor can no longer, hold back her tears, my eldest grandson was really gentle, consoled with her, and inquired, “Does cremation hurt?”, the teacher told, “Yu is no longer hurting, because he’d received all of your, blessings, he’d gone to heaven, to be, an angel now.”  In the classroom, the class set a special corner to commemorate Yu, with his favorite story, “The Cars Built a House”.

here’s one…image from online

We’re really grateful toward how the instructor had handled this matter so delicately, to educate the young children on the first lessons of death, to help them find an alternative way to grieve that’s different from the adults’ ways.  That day, Yu happily chimed to me on his life story, “long, long ago, I was, one of the happy angels in heaven too, I’d loved turning the clouds into cotton candy, and, eaten them slowly, they’re so very, sweet.  One day, I saw a really, tall building, and I was, so happy I’d spread my wings, soared to the tenth floor window, as the moonlight lit up the skies, I’d, opened the window gently, had, secretly, hidden myself inside mommy’s tummy, that’s how I became………”

On the day life ended, it’s a new beginning for a brand new, journey, I pray, that Yu, in a beautiful heaven, can soar happy and free, like a bird, to find a home that he loved living in.

And so, this is, a lesson, learned, much too early for this young child, he’d lost his, best friend, and, being too young, he’d not known how to express his sadness, his sorrows, his loss, but the school teacher’s reading the illustrated books about the meanings of death to the class, it’d helped this young boy understand, that his best friend isn’t gone, he just, exists in another form to him, as memories.

another book that teaches children about death…from online

Paternal Love

How children are, connected to the fathers, who work away from the homes, to provide for their, families, translated…

The celebration of the temple is about to, start.

The noises, the cars, the assortments of busyness, boiling, bubbling up.

I’d loved being in the midst, looking closely at the faces, making the sketches.

Closely examining the characters the performers portrayed, the delicate colors painted, the masters, the guardians, to the various deities’ characteristics, their, duties, to make all those, different looks of the faces, like they’re all, actually, on earth, watching over the people.

As there was a temporary break during the painting of the faces, there was a little girl, who’d, barged in, leapt into the arms of the man who’s had his, face, painted.  But he’d portrayed the soul collector from hell, and, isn’t that little girl, fearful of, him?

It’d reminded me of an actor, he’d, stayed away from home, filming long term, and finally, he’d found the time, to go home.

He was unsettled, thought that his two-year-old child wouldn’t, recognize, him.

the photo fo the father, gazing lovingly into the eyes of his, young daughter, captured by the writer…courtesy of UDN.com

As he saw from a distance, in the park, his young, leaning on his wife’s shoulders, he couldn’t help himself, but rushed forward to them.

And, soon as the child saw him, the child started voicing out “daddy”, then, spreading his arms, wide, open.

Just like that little girl, whose smile expanded across her face, welcoming her father, who’s, hidden underneath that, painted, face…………

Sure, certainly, there’s, love in the world.  The warmth, are constantly, all around us.

This is on the connectedness of the father and the child, and unfortunately, this doesn’t happen regularly enough, and this can only be found, in the working class families, because the children are usually, maturer than other children their age, and, they’d, appreciated their parents more, because daddies are working hard, to keep us all together, to make enough money for us to live off of.

The Honorable Newspaper Deliverywoman

On work ethics, and there’s NO jobs that are, too, small or unimportant…translated…

I’d been a paid subscriber of the United Daily News for more than two decades, that honorable delivery person, when from a young girl, to an, aging, woman, from getting married to having her own daughter, and her daughter, having a son, she still, kept up with the newspaper delivery job.  My respect for her is genuine, she became more like a friend to me, for over twenty years, we’d met up every single, day, even as the pandemic began.

She’d told me before, that delivering the papers is nothing simple, no matter the weather, she’d had to get up early in the morn, tying the papers up by the bundles, sorting them, then, placing the papers into the designated subscribers’ mailboxes.  And she only has four days off for around the Chinese New Year’s, and, a lot of people can’t stand this work that required them to wake up bright and early, with almost NO days off in the year, within a few days of signing on, then they’d all, escaped.

Take my house for instant, at eight sharp, the paper is here, I’d returned for my morning run, began sweeping off the fallen leaves in my yard, she’d come.  Sometimes when it’d rained, worrying that the papers might get wet, she’d wrapped them up with a plastic bag, then, tossed the papers in; because she is extremely skilled in throwing the papers in, they’d always landed right, on my front steps.  Sometimes, I’d, not seen the papers, and called her to inquire, and she’d told me to “look under your car, or over  the cloth racks”, and certainly, I’d found, although, there were, so many subscribers, she’s, always correct in answering the people’s, inquiries, she has excellent, memory.

come rain or shine…photo from online

When her daughter married, she’d especially called all the subscribers, letting us know, that the paper would come a little bit late on the day.  I’d told her to not bring it by, if she’s too busy, that she could deliver it to me the following day, but she’d still, delivered the paper to me on her daughter’s, wedding day.  There were a couple of times she’d been injured in the car wrecks, and tried finding someone else to deliver the papers on her behalf, and one time, it was the owner of the papers who’d come to assist in the deliveries, and he’d told me, “I can’t not come, the deliverywoman is more nervous than I am!”

And, where can we find this sort of a newspaper delivery person with this strong a work ethics these days?

And so, for this woman, this is, no longer, a job, but she’d made it into a sort of a calling.  This is a really simple and small work, and yet, this woman takes her work so seriously, and that is, commendable, and if all the employees can have HALF of this woman’s work ethics, then I imagine, that the enterprises, the corporations, will all be, flourishing.