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A Lesson for the Higher Up in the Police Forces on Abusing the Power of Law-Enforcement

As it should happen, these are law enforcement officers, and they’d, abused their powers to enforce the law, and if we can’t count on them to follow the law, then, we are all, in a, dangerous, environment, living our day to day, lives here…off of the Front Page Sections, translated…

In recent years, the government boasted the police using forces to enforce the laws, and the entry level officers believed he rule of “law is biggest”, and yet, there’s no law against the overuse of police forces in enforcing the law; the officer, Yeh’s pulling the female instructor over and assault her physically is only the tip of an iceberg; the verdict is to make the officer who’d not admitted to wrongdoing a needed lesson, also given a needed lesson of the police for covering their own officials too.

Taiwan boasted on being a democratic country, the purpose of the police is to protect the people’s rights, and the means of enforcing the law is only, when necessary, as the powers given by the country is used to hurt an innocent citizen, how can there be no wrong in that?  The higher up of the police, after the incident, they’d acted ambiguously, and rationalized the behaviors of the officer, Yeh, that he was only, “enforcing the law”, their bad behaviors are the accomplices of Yeh’s physical assault on the drumming instructor.

Evaluating the whole case, the officer cross the jurisdiction of the district, in lacking the evidence of a crime, used the terms to illegally pull the law-abiding citizens over, and as the citizen questioned the justifications, the officer body slammed her, and charged her on obstruction of police affairs, where’s the justification in that?

As the case went into the trial phase, the officer Yeh stated that he’d suspected that the woman is a junkie or that she may be a listed missing persons, that was why he’d pulled her over, but this was without any objective proof, and as the woman refused to allow him to check her, he’d still continued, there’s more than enough proof, that the officer had abused the power of the police; and the backup who’d arrived stated, “if there’s no problem, then why would she not agreed to get checked”, this also showed the lacking of awareness of the rights of the people and of the, law too.

It isn’t that the officers who’d broken the law while enforcing the law is unforgivable, and yet, it’s a month since the incident, and the then police chief, Chen, as he was interviewed, he’d commended Yeh on being hard at work, that he took the active stance to check, that he needed the affirmation of actively checking what he thought was, suspicious, and then then mayor, Cheng and the police internal affairs also, backed the officer up as well; and the then warmth from the police higher up, turned into the “heavy sentence” of the patrol officer now.

Nobody would not back up the fact that the police is, enforcing the laws, but, we will NEVER tolerate the abuse of police power; toward the illegal behaviors, the officers should be tough, but, do remember, to “exercise the right to enforce the law based off of the law”, to follow protocol, to serve justice, to protect the good citizens of this, country.

And, there’s, a gray area in this, because, what would constitute as, suspicious behavior, if someone is walking down a street, dressed in dark clothes at night, looked that s/he is, up to, no good, does that count as, justifiable, cause for getting pulled over?  And, what if this person that looked suspicious, was only slouching, because s/he had a long day of work from the office, and is, too tired?  Then, where’s, the JUST in pulling this person who looked, “suspicious”?  It’s this GRAY area, that gives the room for LOOSE interpretations of the law, which then may lead to, more, police brutality.

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Threats, a Short Prose

How the younger generations still, take after their elders’ behaviors, and, that’s how this cycle keeps on, repeating, itself, nonstop, and all of you still get, trapped, and you don’t even realize it!  Translated…

My mother-in-law has her own way of coping with the hard-to-use electric appliances.

“You get stuck again, I shall throw you out, and get a brand new one!”

“So hard to use, guess I’ll just, go out and, buy me, a brand new one!”

“The XX dehumidifier can warm the quilts up in less than half an hour, way better than this one we have at home here!”

But it’s odd, when these appliances get scolded by her like so, all the problems, they’d, vanished out of the blue, and start functioning normally for a bit, it’s, as if these machines can understand her words, worried of, getting, disposed of.

My wife told me that when she was young, she’d seen it many a times, that it’s, nothing new to her.

And that was why it’d dawned on me, why my wife always, threatened me with divorce all the time too.

Yeah, that’s still, emotional blackmailing, except, that your mother-in-law is doing it to the mechanical appliances, and your wife’s doing it to you.  And, there’s, nothing you do about it, you just, fall back into the cycles of her threatening to get rid of you, you behaving yourself better for a little while, until you start, misbehaving yourself again, and, she threatens you, again, and this vicious cycle still, rolls…………..

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As My Husband Got, Possessed

The ELECTRA complex, coming full-circle again, and this time, her ass didn’t get, kicked by it!  Translated…

To tell the truth, if my husband got possessed, there’s, nothing I can do.

After my father passed, his things weren’t what I could handle, thankfully, I’d only needed to hint at my husband, he’d, understood me, and, went to my mother’s home to sort out my father’s things with me.  Those things that remained, were of my mother’s, too, and what us, sisters, left behind at our parents’ home after we were married and moved out.

Lost track of how many days it’d taken for us to clear things up, only that my husband saw this, and that, and told me, that we could use them in the futures.  To thank him for helping me out, I can only ask, “you sure?  Don’t stack the items all over the places at home.”  He’d patted his chest, “don’t worry about it!”

A lot of things, by first look, I’d known, wasn’t my mother’s, must’ve been the “treasures” my father discovered somewhere.  My father became demented in the elderly years, I’d guessed at his path to collecting the items, guessed that maybe what he’d, picked up were those, lost dreams of his.  But, I suppose, my husband won’t have those, symptoms, thankfully, all he’d brought back from my parents’ home were put up nice and neat.  It’s, just that afterwards, things became, a bit, weird.

When there were the large items taken out by the curb that’s waiting to get, recycled, my husband would study them, to see if they’re, worth, something, even if there were the parts that he’d found useful, he’d, taken the things apart, and brought it back home.  But he’d not stacked these junks all over the place, so I’d, turned a, blind eye to his ways, and, not nagged him over them.

One day, he’d made him home earlier in his early morning exercises, entered in from the driveway, with a few iron rods on his arms, strutted in like a warrior who’d won some prizes.  Because of the angle of the sunlight, I couldn’t see him.  He’d called out before I said anything to stop him, “You’re only getting up and going to the markets now?”, I got awakened suddenly, “WHAT is it this time?”, he’d stayed calm, “this is good metal, it’s zinc plated, it wouldn’t become rusted up”.  He’d strutted forward without stopping, and, brushed by me, and pressed the elevator button to go upstairs.  And, my useless awakeness, left me, speechless then.

He was about to take in a preowned desktop, and, there were already, the occupants on his desk and I became troubled where to put it, and it was like he’d, suddenly remembered the location of a treasure he’d stashed somewhere, long, ago, flipped out the board he brought from my parents’ home, the parts he dissembled of the machine from the side of the roads, took him two days, he’d actually, made a computer desk with the extensions that’s the flexi sort.  Although, it wasn’t an original that fitted with the computer, but, he’d spent nothing on the parts, and, what he’d made actually, worked, how can I not, hooray him?

One day he’d come home from his walk, and, he’d gone into the bathroom as he’d come in.  I had my back to the door, felt him, stealthily, behind me, but, I was into my book and didn’t care, then, the water running from the faucet in the bathrooms, and there’s the rustling of scrubbing something.  Turned out, he’d made his way back out of our home, to bring in a screen door he’d found.  I’d thought about my mother’s complaints when she was still alive, “your father NEVER dared bring home the things he’d found, and, as he saw me busying in the kitchen, then, he’d, opened the door, to move what he’d picked up on his walk in.”  I’d caught him all right: “hey!  Why are you, moving this screen door in?”, he was working hard, scrubbing away, without lifting his head, “I’d already measured the size, this is the exact fit for the window frame of our front balcony, that way, the bugs can’t, get in.”  that screen door we had, was blown off by the typhoons many, many years ago, and now, he’d feared that the bugs would get into our home, it’s for my benefit, and I should, thank him.

Two days ago on the way home by bus from my grocery trip, I’d stared out the windows to see the views along the way.  Half way up the mountains here was, a man in a white shirt, loose casual pants with his wrists together behind his back—that stature, those clothes, is it, dad?  What, it’s past the month of the opening of the gates of hell, thankfully he’d, took that baseball cap that belonged tour son, for me, to confirm that it was, my husband.  SHIT!  Is it, possessed now?

Thinking on it, both him and my father were, tall men from the north, and both were of the same ranks in the armed services too.  When the left sock had a hole, my husband would switch the sock to wear on his right foot for a bit, then, toss it out, when my father was in his eighties, he’d had me use the threads and needles to patch up the holes in HIS socks too.  He’d worn those two outfit at home, and, always silent at home like that shadow that lurked, and, as they both met some stranger and chatted it up, they couldn’t, stop talking to the unknown strangers they just, met.  Both enjoyed noodles, and traditional Chinese buns, never picky on food, as the purpose of food served the only purpose of satisfying their, hungers.

Did I, use my father as a prototype, and I’d, found my, husband?  And, that figure that looked EXACTLY like my father, who was actually, my own, husband, and I’d, thought about how he was, possessed by my own, deceased father from before, then, my lips, curled up into a, smile.

So, the Electra complex still came full-circle here, we select our husbands, based off of the prototypes of our own father, and we can NEVER escape this, and this woman found the “shadows” of her own father in her husband, and, it’s like she still has her father with her, even after he was, gone, because her husband IS the exact replica of her own, dear old, dad!

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Azerbaijan | Climate Change — Edge of Humanity Magazine

Photoartist Elli Asker is the Edge of Humanity Magazine contributor of this documentary photography.  From the project ‘Ecological Disaster’.  To see Elli’s body of work, click on any image. Due to the current drought, climate change, and Caspian Sea pollution, Azerbaijan’s water supplies have been severely reduced. At the…

Azerbaijan | Climate Change — Edge of Humanity Magazine

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I Totally Get You

Lesson learned, by the, teacher, in the interactions he has with the school children, translated…

As school is out, waiting for the parents to pick up their young, I’d passed the tuitions collected inside an envelope to the older sister of a pair of young siblings, and, the younger brother’s hand reached for it to grab the envelope, neither refusing to budge.  Out of reflex, I’d said, “the older, why don’t you let your younger brother have it?”, she’d gazed at me with those, innocent eyes, and, let go, unwillingly; and the younger brother who got his way gloated, cunningly, grabbed a hold of the, envelope.

The little girls who were watching the interactions, all started getting loud, and of them, the oldest girl, extended that hand in empathy, patted the girl on her shoulders, told her, “I totally get it, I completely, do!”

That stunned me a bit, with that apologetic mean, I’d looked over at the young girl, and, curiously asked the girl who’d patted her classmate’s shoulders, “aren’t you the youngest?  How could you understand what she was going through?  Don’t all your sister let you have the things that you wanted?”  “No!  Whenever my younger cousins came over, I’d had it, coming!”, she’d given me a response that I never expected to hear.  Then, all around us, the words came coming at us, “Yeah, not only did we have to let the younger kids have our toys, when the older kids come by, the adults tell us, ‘older brother doesn’t come here all the time, just let him have it.’  There are, more toys than one, and yet why did he have to want to play with the one I’m playing with?”, can’t believe, that the envelope with the tuition caused a ton of upsets, all rushing out like the waterfalls.

Or maybe, it’s because we’d been adults, too long, we’d forgotten, how it’d felt being, taken; or maybe, because of the busyness of life, we’d hoped to, swiftly, get through the nitty-gritty, the unimportant matters, using our self-righteous fairness, but rough ways, to resolve the issues between the young children, disregarding, how everybody is a complete being, that being this careless can, cause someone to feel, hurt, or even, damaged.

I’d watched the group of young children in silence, and, skimmed every face, and came to understand, that hidden underneath all these innocent faces, there were, the icebergs of their own, separate, emotions.  I’d felt really awful, that in the moment’s time, I’d only cared about the younger boy’s emotions, and not paid enough attention to the older girl’s, I didn’t know how I can, effectively, help the young girl who’s an older sister who probably, felt, hurt.

Or maybe, I could, give the envelope with the tuition to the older girl while her younger brother still sat in class.  Or maybe, I should wait until the parents arrived, then, hand off the bag, instead of having the kids, take the envelopes home to give to their, parents.  Or maybe I should, put their separate tuitions in separate, envelopes, and hand it to them separately……………but, too late, I shouldn’t keep going now, shouldn’t blame myself too much.  Or maybe, I should, allow these, tiny, upsets to, ferment in the minds of these kids, to saturate on their, own.  Or maybe, that’s the price that every child must pay, in order, to, become, adults.

And so, this just showed, how the careless act of the adult can easily, DAMAGE a young child, and as adults, we are usually, too, careless, not paid enough attention to the children’s feelings, because most of times, we have our own problems that we’re having troubles dealing with on our own, so, these things, they happen, and, we don’t get our, do-overs in them.

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The Air, My Friend

The column by Jimmi Liao, translated by me…

My New Raincoat’s Way Too Pretty,

I Don’t Want it to, Get, Wet.

the artwork of Jimmi Liao, courtesy of UDN.com

That’s just, how it works, sometimes, isn’t it?  We get ourselves something to serve a, specific purpose, but, we don’t want to use it, so it stays, brand new, like we just picked them up from the shop, and that totally, defeats the purposes of us, going out, to buy that, particular, item, doesn’t it?

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Those Who are “Faithful” Got the Positions in the Government, WHO Did We “Teach” with Our, Votes?

Our votes teaches the DDP, absolutely NOTHING, as the party is already too, corrupt to be, reformed, it’s rotten down to the cores, and unless we the people uprise, and overthrow our government, but we’re all, way too, civilized to do so, so we continued to be, enslaved by our, government here, off of the Front Page Sections, translated…

The head of state, Chen is in office today!  The former head of State, Su suddenly resigned right before the New Year’s, and, it’d, made all the second-in-command heads of offices ill at ease for the ten days’ worth of New Year’s.  As the game of musical chair only finished up over the nine-in-one elections.  The government officials are like rats in that race, and, nobody from the outside can understand what was going through their, minds.  But, how about, what’s on we the people’s, minds?

Life is, a gamble, like Shakespeare had stated in Julius Caesar.  The higher up government officials had rolled the die due to the opportunities that presented themselves, and, the chess game of the party it’s a win or lose, but, every four years, there’s, the tortures to be expected, and there’s the insulting questioning of the local representatives, or the finger-pointing of the officials, to keep the statures of the higher up of government, it’s, nothing, easy!

with the government officials too easily, bought!

political comic from online

Ahhhhh!  They’re now, regretting becoming the officials of the government for sure!

As citizens, every time elections roll around, we are all way too pleased, that we’d used our votes, to “teach” the unfitting officials from that, abusive party.  But, this sort of a pendulum of election, the moving the officials around into various posts, does it, really have an effect in changing the structures of benefits in the political, biosphere?  If it costs close to hundreds of millions of dollars for a local office election, over billions of dollars for the presidential elections, perhaps we the people, are just, simply, way too, naïve, in believing that our votes can and will teach those who hoard powers anything at all!

That’s right, this still just showed, how even as the abusive party lost out, it still doesn’t DO shit, we still hadn’t taught the DDP a thing, and, there’s, that desperate need for the people’s revolution against our government, it’s just, that we’d been, enslaved too long, gotten, too used to, being controlled by the DDP, even IF we revolted, and overthrow the DDP, made SURE, that it gets kicked OFF of the political realms of things, who’s to say, that some other corrupt party won’t rise up again someday in the near future?  So yeah, we’re still involved in this, war that we can’t, EVER, win here!

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The Jealous Man Taken into Custody for Forcing the Adversary to Hold a Firecracker that Caused the Man to Lose Three Fingers

As the green-eyed monster, took control over him, and, aggravated assault, was the result of this, particular, case, off of the Front Page Sections, translated…

The man, Wang was upset over how his girlfriend fell for another man, two nights ago, called the adversary, Chen out, had eight others to ambush beforehand, forced Chen to take the firecrackers in his hand, then, Wang lit it up, it’d blown off three of Chen’s fingers; as Wang and eight others saw, they’d run off scattered, and was caught one by one by the police, after the D.A. interrogated Wang, the courts took him into custody, with the eight accomplices charged with public endangerment.  Chen was rushed to the hospital, not in life-threatening danger, his fingers were reconnected through surgery.

The Puzi Substation of Taoyuan Police Station received a call by the locals at 11:17 two evenings ago, that next to the McDonalds there was a loud explosion, that there was a man injured, the police and fire department rushed over, found the twenty-nine-year-old Chen’s left index, middle, and ring fingers blown off his hand, they’d rushed him to the E.R. immediately.

The police found, that tis was a crime related to love, they’d reviewed the street surveillance, and zoomed in on the thirty-two-year-old Wang, who was arrested at fifteen past midnight last night, they’d found the steel bullet, the gun, and the lighter in the form of a gun, then identified the eight other accomplices, in two hours, they were all arrested.

The police found, that because Wang’s ex started dating Chen, the two men became jealous of one another, Wang called his ex and Chen out to resolve things, right before the incident; as Chen showed up, Wang and his gang subdued him, Wang pulled out the gun with the steel bullets threaten Chen to take an unknown explosive in his left hand, then, the group of men, detonated the device using a gun-shaped lighter, with three fingers blown off Chen’s hand, then, the group dissipated.

As Wang went into the police station, he’d claimed, that the explosive he used was a sort of a fire cracker, that Chen brought, that he’d lit it up himself, but the locals testified that it was Wang who lit up the device, and ran to the side to hide; because Chen was outnumbered, and may have underestimated the explosive, didn’t let go on time, and got injured.

Because the explosive was completely destroyed, the police is still trying to figure out the ingredients, to see if the men had broken the laws on owning explosives; the police charged Wang and eight others on aggravated assault, gang fight, and other charges, sent the nine into the D.A.’s offices, and they’re working the case as an organized crime case.

And so, this all started, as an upset in love, because this man was upset over how the woman who used to love him fell out of love with him, and in love with another, that’s what got him started on revenge, and, because he let his jealousy go over his head, that’s why he’d attacked the adversary, using a fire cracker, and now, he and his gang will all be charged with aggravated assault!

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

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

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

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

The Tiny “Secret Room”

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

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

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

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

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

How Can Pressing an Elevator Button be an Obstacle?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Rehearsals that Left My Heart Bumping

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Both Ways

Words out of mouths of, babes…very wise, and, making, a whole lot of, sense too!  Translated…

Since Circle started preschool, she’d become, this opened up wide door to knowledge, and would always shock us in the defining moments of our, lives.

Although my mother stopped working in business, but, at the end-of-year banquet for the employees, she’d made the pork pieces wrapped up in buns to serve.  Because we’re a four-generation family, the same dishes are set up with two kinds of cuts, with the fitting portion sizes for the younger children to savor.  Since we have the pork slices wrapped up in buns, we’d also, started, making TWO different sizes for the kids to enjoy.

the bun, resembling the wide-opened mouth of a tiger, with the piece of pork in the middle, photo from online

Due to the pandemic, these past few years, the end-of-year employee meals were set up by the individual families using webcams, we’d skillfully spread the peanut powder onto the buns, and, padded the buns with my daughter’s favorite canned tuna, the baby pork floss, as our daughter was ready for the seconds, she’d suddenly blurted out, “I get to have it, both ways!”

And my older brother took the footages of her exclaiming these words, and sent it up to LINE for the rest of the families to see.  Yes, surely, absolutely, certainly, at this very moment in time, we all feel, that we were, having it, both, ways.

So, this is how easily a child feels, pleased, the young child is satisfied with so very little, she is, curious, and that’s what made her world so brand new to her experiencing it, and, the words out of those babes’ mouths, can sometimes, surprise all of us, adults too!

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