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My Father-in-Law’s Final Wishes, Finally, Fulfilled

Fulfilling a dream of his late father-in-law, translated…

My father-in-law had always been an enigma to me, he’d never told us anything about his past, we only knew, that he was from a well-rounded family in Shaoxing, Zhejiang, and started working as a sailor when he was only eighteen, nineteen years of age, and followed that merchant ship to Taiwan at age twenty, and, never went back home again.

He had kept the diaries for long, but, never allowed us to read them, he’d told, “I’m not writing a diary, just whatever that came to my mind, I’d jotted it down, if you’re interested about my past, then, you can read it, after I’m a hundred.”  After he’d passed, as I’d helped sorted through his belongings, I’d, read through the more than twenty volumes of diaries my late father-in-law had, kept, mostly were the nitty-gritty of goings on in life, but, there was this, light blue notebook, on the first page, it’d had the historical pickle farm in his ancestral home in Shaoxing, with the names of all of his siblings, and he’d told of how his life in Taiwan wasn’t what he’d expected it to be, but, he’d refused to go back, due to how tough he was.

a notebook like this…

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with everything about his past written down on record by him, for his offspring to find…

Because there’s no record of which pickle farm, we’d searched online, and found there were, several, but, there’s only one farm with the owners being, Chen, “the Chien-Yu Pickle Farm”, and, at its prime, it was, the historical pickle farm in all of China.  At that very moment, I’d, written to the Shaoxing Province connection here in Taiwan, hoped that they can help us find my father-in-law’s ancestral home, at the same time, if there are still living relatives of his there.  Not long thereafter, the letter from the Chinese local governments told us, that my father-in-law’s eldest brother is still alive, but he’s in a vegetative state, bedridden through the ages, and there were, five cousins, and his youngest aunt who’s still living.

At the end of 2011,my wife and I accompanied my mother-in-law to my father-in-law’s place of origin, Shaoxing, at the same time, we’d also gone to visit my wife’s eldest uncle who’s bedridden.  During the visit, my mother-in-law whispered in her eldest brother-in-law’s ears, “I’m the wife of Rong Hong, we had come home to visit you.”, and, everybody who was there, saw that our eldest uncle who’d been in a vegetative state, with tears coming from his eyes.

Two days after we’d returned back to Taiwan, my wife’s older female cousin called to tell, that eldest uncle is gone, that he was in peace when he passed.

And so, this elderly man is, waiting for that word of his loved one who’d come to Taiwan, and, he’d, finally gotten what he was waiting for, as he’d, passed away in peace, and, the family had, helped fulfilled the older generation’s dreams of returning home to visit his own kin.

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Giving Up the Inherited

A matter of what our families give to us, in the intangible forms of, “assets”, translated…

After the death of my stepbrother, my mother and I quickly set up the paperwork for disinheriting anything, fearing, that we may, end up with a whole lot of extra debts up our asses.  But, there are, always some things, that the paperwork can’t, make us, disinherit, the secrets of the childhood years, among, one of the, hardest to disinherit.

Born in Taipei, grown in Sanchong, I’d inherited that scent of nostalgia from my elders: my father’s etched in rolling wheat waves of Shandong, Chen’s trekking across the shores with the willows on the banks of Zhejiang and Hangzhou, naturally, there’s, also that grand garden estate of my mother’s home back in Jakarta too.

My very first memories are related to them, and, what’s interesting was, even though, my father and older uncle and aunts all lived together in that big house, but, had their, separate thoughts that they were, calculating on.

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how the household are split up, by secrets of the families…illustration found online

My late father loved that he’d viewed Uncle Chen as an older brother, but, he’d kept waiting on the timing to be right, to buy up half of the apartment, to split up the household with him, so he could, fix up a bride-to-be boudoir for me; while Uncle Chen had always took me to the park to play chess with his older friends, and to visit the home he and my father shared from before when I was young, to have that feel of having an offspring, and he’d, stuffed my hands with the treats, and, he was also the one, who’d, disclosed to me first, that my older stepbrother wasn’t related to me by blood, which had, exceeded my level of understanding of the matter when I was younger; as my older stepbrother went to the toilets, he’d called me along, so we can, make that, “X” in the toilet together, then, we’d, played the video games, beat the levels, and, he’d invited me plan along on his thought of, escaping home; while my mother taught me the words in Indonesian, and the two of us, mother and son, planned things out, in language that my father and older uncle couldn’t understand, and we’d felt, that we were, superior to them.

There are, multiple sides to everyone we encounter, that, was what I’d, come to understand when I’m grown, and only love, is able, to make us take off these masks we put on in front of one another.  That feeling of being loved so deeply, and hated so deeply, are all in my mind, I can’t, disown, it’s something, that I must, inherit, of my self, my heritage, my, inheritance.

And so, this boy grows up, and learned about his own family, and understood, that nothing IS as the surfaces showed, that there are, a ton of thing going on deep down, underneath (like those quickly moving feet of that duck underwater that we can’t see???), that sometimes, things are just, not as we perceived, and because  of how young we were, we didn’t have any clues of the goings on in our adult counterparts’ lives, but as we are older, we’d, learned, of the inner workings of our own, separate, families.

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The Children of Ice & Snow, Burning Up the Planet

The head director of the environmental science of N.T.U. on the matter of global warming, the energy crises, and it’s still all because we humans, are, still RAPING mother nature, and she’s, starting, to unleash her anger out onto, this globe here, off of the Front Page Sections, translated…

In the lecture of Human Evolution, I have this slide: a female bonobo, holding her child, on the canopy, looking, fearfully, at the large eagle that’s, circling over her head, and that eagle started, diving down.  Based off of the written records of the archaeologist, this eagle successfully, caught the young bonobo, and took it back into the cave that it lives in, then, used the sharpened beak, killed the baby bonobo……………The skull of this baby bonobo was discovered 2.8 million years later, in South Africa.  It, is nothing small, because, its skull, its teeth, resembled that of, the modern day man, it was named, “Baby Don”, only about three years of age, because the origins of Australopithecus, the first of the upright animals.  It is, the distant ancestor of man.

what we are leaving, for the next generations to come…

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drawing from online

And, “Baby Don” never reproduced, but, his siblings’ offspring had quietly, left the canopies of Africa, and set foot onto the plains of Africa, and, tilted out their heads in the plains, to find the berries, and the small animals to hunt for food.  They came to the canyon, sat on the ground, banged the rocks, made the hatchets, split apart the deer and the rabbit then caught, separating the meats from the furs.  This was from 2.5 million years ago, because they knew to make and use the tools, they got away, from the beast level of the Australopithecus, and became, Homo habilis, the very first man.  And the world got its, first, civilization.

It isn’t natural, that man came out of the African horizons; they came down from the treetops, because the weather turned cold and dry, the forests vanished, the plains expanded, they had to, climb down from the trees, and start walking, upright.  With the northern peaks started accumulating the snow, and even farther up north the North Pole had the glaciers; the glaciers cycled once every 400,000 years, the ancestors of man, Australopithecus and Homo erectus lived in the cycles of the ice and snow, the cause of the evolution is said to be the glaciers.  Humans are, children of the ice and snow.

Two million years later, southwest of Beijing, there was, a place called “cave”, if at night, looking far into that shadowy hilltop, you will see some light, it’s, the barbecue the Homo erectus pekinensis, also, the warmth of the fires that keep them warm at night; if there’s a moon rising up, you will know, that the barbecue history of Mid-Autumn Festival had been set since half a million years ago.  Fire is a blessing to man, and a weapon too.

And this fire, it’d, burned too quickly.  The earliest of man burned up the logs, the cow dungs.  Two hundred fifty years ago, we’d started, burning up the coal, which brought the Industrial Revolution.  A hundred fifty years ago, we’d started, mining for the crude oils, the minerals were dug up from the depth of the earth, and burned up like crazy, the carbon emissions hike up too high, the globe started heating up, the forests in Alaska started getting burned down, with the animals, getting incinerated by the fires.  Some of the humans tried to save it, called out the goal of no carbon emissions by 2050.  Another group hollered, “global warming is a hoax”.  And, they started arguing on the global weather summits, and the arguing had been going on for decades to date.

We are a process, also, that, final, destination; on the epitaph of man: “we love the planet, but the planet, won’t fit us all”.

And so, this is how this is going, with global warming taking ITS, adverse effects, on man, as we developed all those, things, because we need them, the energy, that we can’t, get enough of, as summers in the world gets, hotter and hotter, and hotter than before, and the seasons of summer lasting, longer too, and, this is still, a vicious cycle that we have, no way of, getting our selves out of, because, we need to be comfortable, with the A-C blasting, the heater on when it’s, too cold, and we use electricity every single day, leaving those lights out in the hallways on, even WHEN nobody’s there, and these, are only, tiny bits and pieces (not talking about the greater yet!) of how we can, and will continue to, RAPE Mother Nature, no WONDER she’s starting to, get PISSED off, and unleashing her angers right now, take a look at the records of storms, don’t tell me that you don’t see a huge increase of typhoons, hurricanes, tornadoes, earthquakes increasing, compared to, just last decade!

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The International Energy Crises, Gave Warnings to the Turnaround of Energy Use

Something that all of us, need to, pay more attention to, because we still share, this, COMMON ENVIRONMENT: the PLANET!!!  Looking for that, one-dose cure, that quick fix to the problem here, off of the Front Page Sections, translated…

Recently, the entire global planet is running short of electricity, and, the fossil fuel charges hiking up, and most deeply impacted are European and Asian countries.  The current energy crisis was brought on by the worsening of the global economy, with secondary cause in outbreaks of MERS-CoV coming back, there’s, this desperate increased need for energy, and, the provisions are short, plus, some of the weather issues, or man-caused factors, and, all of these factors blended together, into, this, perfect, storm.

Although the International Energy Agency stated, that this crisis is due to the transformation of energy: first, giving up coal and using natural gas instead, this can cause a shortage in supplies of natural gases that we need, this is, a long-term, factor.  Secondly, closing the coal mines down, the investments in the mines reduced.  This was, originally, for the trend of giving up coal to power the planet, but, this is not lead by the local agencies, but the heads of the federal or state governments, this can easily cause that tilt for supply and demand to get too uneven.

Third, the price of carbon internationally rose too high, studies found, that this current hike in cost of energy, twenty-five-percent of the causes was due to the cost of carbon rising up.  Fourth, there’s, the lacking in wind energies, causing the wind-generated electricity to not be enough to fulfill the needs.  Wind energy is the most important recyclable energy in Europe, and this year, the wind is reduced generally, causing the sharp rise in cost of natural gas directly.

Take the hardest hitting in Europe in the energy crises, Great Britain, and hardest hit in Asia, China for instance.  Wind energy originally took up about twenty-five percent of total energy generations, the northern seas didn’t generate enough wind this year, the rate was lowered to only seven-percent, and can only, rely on the originally thirty-six-percent natural gas to power, but, as the international natural gas costs rose up, and England not having enough energies saved, causing the cost of electricity to hike up more than ten-times.

While China, for the sake of reducing the carbon emissions, started up the doing-away with coal powered energy, up to the end of 2020, about 5,500 mines, were closed down, due to the need to reduce carbon emissions, or the matter of safety concerns.  The prevalence of coal mines in China, compounded with the rate of usage of these mines to produce enough energies is a big problem.  As the need for electricity rose up, if the laws don’t loosen itself, due to the needs of the markets, there’s a tilt of supply and demands, which causes the prices to rise up.

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changes like this don’t come overnight! Illustration from online

From the examples of China and Great Britain, in the altering of energies, showed of how difficult it is, to transition to green energy sources.  Reason being, the weathers can’t be controlled, the provisions of coal and natural gas, the countries using them can’t control, in order to reach that quality level of management, we may need to set up a global organization, but currently, this, is not, a possibility yet.

But, there’s, an important principle, “the multifaceted energy, is the key resolution for the various countries’ means to solve the energy crises.  But since the beginning of the transformation of energy sources, the various nations slowly gave up on finding the multiple sources of energies, and, the combinations of energy sources became reliant on natural energies, “wind-powered, and solar panels) to collect the energies, making the sources of provisions of energy, lose that needed flexibility.  This is a key reason of what’s causing this current energy crisis.  In truth, for Europe, which is strictly reliant on wind energies, if there’s not enough wind, there would naturally, be that huge HIKE in natural gas.

And, to turn energy needs around, we only needed to control the demand side, to lower the reliance on fossil fuels to not reduce the production of it, so the market can learn to, adjust itself on its own.  The governments aren’t all powerful, and couldn’t control both the supplies and the demands sides.

The current crises suggested, that we shouldn’t give up on the developments of alternative energies, I believe, that we should set the provisions of naturally forming energy sources to no more than thirty-percent, the rest, can be made up for the nuclear and natural gases, including the heat from the earth, the water generated electricity from the reservoirs, especially the hydrogen-powered energies, we need our government to face this matter seriously  And, to reduce the coal-generated power mills, to keep the variations of energy sources.

And so, this is on, how the world is, trying, to transform itself, so we don’t rely on certain energy forms too much, but, the countries are doing this too fast, they all want to switch to an alternative source of energies immediately, that’s why, there’s the problem of energy shortage in England, China, and all over the world, and, the best way is by not taking too much from the environment that we live in, use only what we need, and then, there would be, enough for everybody, but the countries all around this world are too caught up, in the fact, that we’re in an energy crisis, we’re faced with global warming, etc., etc., etc., etc., and not realized, that this is caused by things that had happened, from long ago, that it’s, a build up, and we’re just, trying, to find that, quick, one-dose cure, and that’s not possible.

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My Son Cypress

A heart of gold, of kindness, that’s quite, gentle, is what this young lad still have to this, very day, it’s truly, rare!  Translated…

My son turned twenty this year, he’s good looking, tall and handsome, but in his coming of age, the two of us, mother and son, had, more than our shares of, trials.

the heart of gold of this young child…

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sculpture found online

He’d been active, with a very soft heart, and, there were, the interesting things that happened with him from when he was a very young child.  In his first grade year, one time as I’d picked him up from school, halfway home, he’d asked me to park the car, I’d parked by the side, he’d hugged his backpack tight, leapt out, I’d quickly followed behind him.  He held that serious face, with a light frown, told me, “mom, I have, so many, presents for you!”, before I could react, he’d, lifted open his backpack, and, so many grasshoppers came out!  He then flew into a panic, and, tried to grab them all and put them back into his backpack, in the sunset, the sight of a young child, chasing after the grasshoppers, is such a moving scene, I couldn’t help but laughed, and he’d, burst out laughing too.

Once, in a carnival hosted by his school, I’d given him a hundred dollars, he’d happily, mingled into the crowd, and vanished.  A little over two hours later, he’d come back, handed me six hundred dollars, I was shocked and asked him where he got the money from?  He’d told me that he saw someone, selling a huge stack of Yu-Gi-Oh cards, for a hundred dollars, after he bought it, everybody wanted some, so he’d only, kept a few, and, given them to his best friends, the rest, he’d sold for ten dollars apiece to others; he’d made some cash, and went back to the man, bought another stack; and started, selling them for twenty dollars apiece to the children passing by.  I was too shocked!  Is this, from the retail thought systems?  Could I have, birthed out, a young Buffett?

There was one more time, we’d gone to Yilan to visit, outside the B&B, there was a pond owned by the place, for the visitors to fish, we’d borrowed the fishing poles, and started our very first fishing try, we’d waited for a long, long time, the rod started moving, and, we both, had fish biting at the same time, as I’d pulled mine up, in his younger sister’s screams, he’d, pulled up his, very first, catch too.  He was ecstatic, as I was trying to unhook my fish, I’d heard his screams of ecstasy turn into wailing, he’d cried out loud, “ouch!  Ouch!  It’s bleeding!”, I’d turned to look at him, he was crying like crazy, and I suddenly understood it, quickly, I’d, unhooked his fish, and, released it back to the pond, then, he’d slowly, calmed back down.  In the night, watching him sleep, I’d thought, how soft this child’s heart must be, reminding us, of that gentleness we’d, already, forgotten that existed.

Into middle school, the heavy course load came down on him, he couldn’t fight it, and found his escape in the cell phone games, and, built up that tall wall to block us all away.  In a heated argument, I grabbed his phone from him, and he’d run out of the house, left, “I’m so unlucky!  Being born into this sort of a family!”  in the middle of the nights, I ran out after him, started crying, he’d heard me calling him, he’d, stopped, turned around, and, it’s still, his soft heart that’s, saved this family, from crumbling down.

After high school, life became more colorful for him, in the school play, he’d gotten that male lead part.  After long rehearsals, finally came the day he was going to perform, I sat in the audience, watched him radiating onstage, I was, so proud of him.

and he’d, grown up..

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into a well-adapted, kind young man…photo from online

Looking back, all the way, he’d stumbled, bumped around, with the big and small injuries, but, he always, wears that smile like the warm sunshine on his face.

And so, it’s this kid’s nature, how soft a heart he has when he was younger, and, he’d, grown up, with his, soft heart still intact, with is, quite rare, because, normally, people lose that heart of gold, as they age, because of what they’d, been through, but this young man, still kept his heart of gold.

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The Parents of a One-Year-Old Donated Her Kidneys After She’d Died, Saving Two Young Girls from a Life of, Dialysis

The surgical teams of VMH Taipei held a press conference, that they’d finished the harvesting of a child of a year and three months, only 9.8 kilograms kidneys that took twenty surgeons, eighteen hours, made the record for the youngest and lightest in weight organ donor in the country’s history, and the record of transplanting both kidneys to the recipients.

The young life didn’t get a chance to grow up, but it’d helped the four-year-old young girl, Hsu, and the nine-year-old girl, Hsu to not be tried by the need for dialyses during their lifetimes, and a year after the surgeries, the two young girls came forth, active.

4歲李小妹妹(左二),以及9歲許小妹妹(右二)接受器官捐贈成功,免於終身洗腎。記者蕭羽耘/攝影
the four year-old Lee on the left, and the nine year-old Hsu on the right, who’d successful received the donated kidneys of the one-year-three-months-old infant girl, which saved them from a lifetime of, dialyses…photo courtesy of UDN.com

It’s hard to imagine, how these two young girls had been battling life and death just last year, the infant girl, Lee, three days after her birth, had a ruptured stomach, which caused her to go into shock from the sepsis, causing her kidneys to lose the functions, and she’s at risk of needing dialysis for the rest of her life, she’s the youngest child in the country’s record for needing long-term dialysis in the country; while the other young girl, Hsu, due to her congenital heart condition, which caused her kidney to fail, causing her to develop a progressive kidney disease, had been undergoing dialysis for three years to date.  The head of pediatric department of Taipei V.M.H. Chang stated, that the two children had been undergoing dialysis long-term, and can only maintain the basics of their bodily functions, are both delayed in growth, that kidney transplant was the only way to save their, lives.

“Waiting for a kidney, and transplanting”, it’s another serious trial.  The head pediatric surgeon of Taipei V.M.H., Tsai told, that there are, not enough young recipient of donor kidneys, and the harvesting and implanting surgeries are, especially difficult to perform, and there are the higher risks of complications compared to the adults, with a low success rate; and the children are smaller in size, their body can’t provide the needs of the adult donors’.

Three weeks after the transplant, Hsu the young girl was successfully discharged from the hospitals, but, the other young girl, Lee, due to her frequent blood transfusions, it’d caused her immune system to develop the antigens, and the hospital took various methods of treatment measures, after twelve plasma transfusions, and giving her the medication to help fight off her body’s rejections, finally, a month after the surgeries, she’d gotten off dialysis for good.

The follow up of the transplants continued for a year, the originally 5.8 centimeter large donor kidneys, grew bigger with the recipients, and now, are at 10.5 centimeters, and eight centimeters, and the two young girls are “growing taller in very fast speed”, growing up happily right now, and now they only needed to pick up their medications at the hospitals and taking the meds on time, they’re now, living like, normal children.

And so, this, is the love that’s, left behind, after someone dies, and, these organ transplants for young children are really hard to get, because, most parents aren’t willing, to have their own children who’d died, cut open, and having their usable organs harvested, to give to other young children who are in need, but these organ transplants and organ donations, are the surest, to keep your child who’d died, alive, because they’re not really, actually gone, as their donated organs are, living on, in other children’s bodies, and, so, you’d be, saving, multiple lives, but this would be, a very, difficult decision for the parents of children who’d died, to sign off on.

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A Mother’s Delusions

The lovers, of a, past time, a mother’s interactions with her sons…translated…

My set of, delusions, I suppose, it got started as MERS-CoV started spreading across Taiwan.

“Dad, mom, I will have classes starting tomorrow afternoon, in the morning, I will be picking up my living necessities, are there things you need me to pick up for you, do write it down for me.”  After school started back in February this year, MERS took over the world, and, Taiwan had been tightened on keeping the virus out.  My husband and I are usually busy at work, and my youngest son still stays in school, and, for my son, who’s doing research more than being in the lecturers, naturally, shouldered up the house’s defenses against MERS-CoV.

Remembered, how at first, none of us is familiar with the protocols of the measures.  Every time my husband or I got off work, dragging our steps, set foot into our home, my son could always quickly pick up that spritzer bottle, to sanitize us, and reminded us the steps, the measures to take for our own, protections, until all the details of the steps became routinized.  And we always felt comforted when we saw our son.  When he is energetic, he’d prepared the suppers; when he’s tired, we’d, broiled up some dumplings.  Luckily, he’s more often energetic than he wasn’t, and, most of times, neither one of us is picky with food.

“Mom, don’t worry about it, I’ll take out the leftovers in a bit.  The recycling materials, I’ll sort through them before class tomorrow.”

Often, by the time I got home, the leftover, the recycle materials, are all sorted out, and the clothes hung outside are all, taken in, and folded too, placed inside our room, like how I’d, normally done it.

For me, these simple days are, romantic; being with my family, safe and sound, that is, a huge, blessing.

illustration from UDN.com

身為老媽的癡心妄想。圖/蔡侑玲

After the alerts got elevated in May, school pulled its session, and the offices shut down, my sons and I, stayed at home, shopping, cooking, cleaning, and other household chores, no need to assign anyone to, they all got, done.

It was Father’s Day, the weather is sunny, and the outbreaks slowed down a bit, the family decided to go to the outside of the gym for a five to six laps outside, to allow that sun we hadn’t seen in a long while to shine on us.

Just as usually, we’d started walking, and started chatting, I’d recalled, how it’ll be Chinese Valentine’s in a few more days, I’d blurted out, “boys, you are my lovers from a past life, stay by my side, and don’t get married!”, their father looked at me and smiled, “You have me, an old love, am I not enough for you!”, I’d looked at my lovers, “come on, can’t I just, have some fun here!”, my sons used that exorcist’s gestures, waved over my head, “mom, you can, get back to normal now!”

I think, my sons are, already, used to their mother’s, crazy thoughts and words every now and then.

I knew, that this is, only, a mother’s delusions.  Actually, my sons are just like any children, with their, stubborn sides, had their rebellious stages during their younger years too.  But I’m still, moved by their, many actions often, especially toward me, their mother.

a mother and her sons…

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And, it’s no wonder, I would, carry this sort of a, delusion then.

And so, this is, the closeness of a mother and her sons, and, her sons are, very gentle, very kind, caring, and concerned toward their parents, and it’s still due to how connected this family is regularly, because these sorts of interactions, just don’t happen out of the blue one day, they must be set up, and they must become, a sort of a, ritual for everybody to get used to.

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The Balloons of, Goodwill

Noting and knowing what you wrote, that got printed, touched a reader’s heart, that was, enough for you, as a writer!  Translated…

As a person who works with words, I’d been writing, for decades to date, and, I’d been, submitting my articles to the papers for over a quarter of a century to date.  Like the sediments accumulated in the riverbanks, left behind, the pages of my, drafting papers too, and I’d recalled what a writer once said to me, she didn’t know where her readers are.

It’s also these couple of years, I’d met some new friends on FB, they’d read my book, I can see what they looked like too, knew the goings on of their lives, but, through the responses forwarded to me from the papers by my readers, there were, only, two.  (both were sent to me by the editor of the Family subsection)  One was an email, the other, a handwritten letter, with the postage stamps on the envelope, passing through the back counters of a post office, separated, along with the mail carrier’s sweat, and finally, arrived, at the editor’s office.

What was odd was, included, was a pack of black beans, and Mexican primrose-willow, for my cats.  The woman was Ms. Liu, at a time in her life, she’d read my articles which I’d written on my cats, knew that my cats started urinating blood out, recalled how her own old cat once had kidney disease too, and from someone else, she learned that drinking the water from black beans and Mexican primrose-willow can help that it could heal, and it actually, did, for her cat, and ever since, she’d, tried helping the cat owners she’d come across with such a problem.

In her letter, not only did she introduced the origins, the sources of the herbs, and described in close detail how the items should be cooked, how to keep it, how to feed it to my cat.  The words were so genuine, as I read, I saw her heart of, compassion, leapt onto the pages, alive, and warm.

But unfortunate, I was living in the U.S. then, and got the article printed out on the papers after my cat had died, and so, I’d, not made used of that pack of remedies.  The editor of the subsection of the papers sent a photo of that package of medication to me, asked me how I wanted to reply back?  I’d thought for a night, saw that there was a phone number listed, I’d decided to call to say thanks, and, if the individual refused to take my call for any reason, then, I can only, write my thank-you note to the editor of the paper’s subsection, and have him pass it along.

like, this???

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Ring~~~!, the following day, I’d gotten the phone going, then, about to talk to a strange reader, I’d felt, a bit, nervous.  The call was, picked up, “hello!”, it was a woman, with a full-volume of voice, I’d quickly stated my name, and told her why I’d called, and, worried she might thought that I was a scam artist.  And immediately, she’d, believed me, and, I’d, asked her permissions to allow the editor to give the remedies to someone else in need, which she’d, gladly, agreed.  An overseas call, a short conversation, and yet, the balloons of goodwill, started, soaring high, underneath, that sunny sky then.

This time, I’d known since I was younger, that I was going to, be a person who makes a living off of my words, and finally, I’d, become, just that too.  with the blood of a word cooker, word lover inside of my veins.  And although, I’d become stagnant, and caught dead, in the solitude of the literary, but quickly enough I’d discovered, that so long as I can still breathe, my feelings are still, flowing, the words shall, never die in me.  As for the readers, I’d come to believe, that the readers are, quiet, and, maybe, they’re, outside of the realms of the kudos I’d received.  Just as I’m also, a silent, unknown reader, to another’s, work too.

The internet is a brand new world within the world, a poem, an essay, a novel, met and mingled in the vast oceans of various medium, sinking, floating, drowning, dying, or, stand out among the rest.  Whether or not I’m noted, I know, that the only thing staying with me, would be, the words.

Then, I shall, keep on, writing then.  Yeah, the final line of my favorite novel stated it that way: writing, the journey, continues on.

And so, this is through the interactions with your readers, and knowing, how what you wrote gained a response, from that, certain someone else, you KNOW that your writings had, had an affect in someone else’s life, made her/him, response, and it didn’t matter if you’re an acclaimed author, with the books published or not, you’d, become, fulfilled, knowing, that what you wrote had, had an effect, on someone else’s, life.

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With Tar Covering Up His Shoes, Huang Built the Bridges, Paved the Roads, for Thirty Years

Here’s a man, who’d, given everything he’s got, to better the lives of those in his, hometown, off of the Newspapers, translated…

Every morn, as the skies just turned white, Huang put on his work boots, and readied for work, headed out, this pair of tar-covered, heavier as the days went by pair of work boots of his, had followed him, as he’d, paved many a bridge, filled up, a ton of potholes on the roads, and, he wouldn’t dispose of them, until, they’re, opened up at the front.  As soon as he left his home, the Jia-Yi Goodwill Group’s road fixing crew is already, speeding close, the workers greeted each other good morning, Huang got on, and started the daily routines of fixing up the roads he’d begun some thirty odd years back.

The seventy-eight year-old man, Huang worked as a volunteer paver of local roads, builder of bridges, from before, because his older sister lived close to the office of the goodwill group, she’d gotten involved in volunteering first, and, she saw that he was leisurely on the weekends, she’d pulled him along, for him to exercise his muscles and bones, to help building the bridges, and, he’d become, “stuck” in this calling once he’d, started scraping the sands together, moving the concretes a day at a time, he’d laughed and said, “I can’t go back now!” of his volunteer work.

the man…photo courtesy of UDN.com

黃萬枝總站在第一線做最辛苦的工作。記者卜敏正/攝影

He’d told, that at the start of his volunteer career, he was still working at a public office, and he’d started, moving the items, digging for the foundations, mixing the concrete, although he felt tired in his body, but he was, more, fulfilled then, and since, he’d gone to help build the bridges every single week.

He stated, that over a decade ago after he’d retired, there are more time then, for him, to help pave the roads, later he’d, bought a professional tar truck that helps pour down the tar on the roads, more sturdy after the roads were, paved.

黃萬枝的工作鞋沾滿黑色瀝青,他卻認為方便工作。記者卜敏正/攝影
with his shoes covered in tar…photo from UDN.com

“The foreman, Huang was always first!”, the C.E.O. of his group, Goodwill Chiayi, Kuo told, that every time Huang helped with building of the bridges, to patch up the roads, he’d always stood first in line, worked the hardest job, his face was often covered in dusts, ashes, with that heavy layer of tar covering up his work boots, and others around him reminded him that he should get a brand new pair, he’d smiled and said, “the boots now withstands high heat, easier for me to work in!”

And so, this is how you can become, generative (in generativity vs. stagnation???) after you retired, find that something you can pour your hearts and soul into, and just do it, like this man, who saw a need, and, provided it.

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What Death, Had, Turned, You, into…

This is what death, had, turned you, into, nothing!

That’s just it, isn’t it, we all, become, absolutely, NOTHING, after death takes us over.  That, is the way it is, isn’t it???

What death, had, turned, you into, nothing more, than a, bad dream I’d finally waken up out of, and from, and I shall, never again, get, back into, that state, of living in that, nightmare again (thank god, uh, as if, He, existed???).

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What death had, turned, you into, nothing more than, dusts, and bones, and I’m, spreading you out, over everywhere we used to, love to, go, that patch where you loved, lying beneath for your, afternoon nap, and that patch of our garden, when you loved, digging into, to find the bugs, the grubs…

What death had, turned, you into?  Absolutely, N-O-T-H-I-N-G, for I had, already, mourned, fully AND completely (not to mention!), for these, losses of my own life, and so, death did NOT turn you, into, anything, and you shall, remain, NOTHING, to me, and that, is that!

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