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Turning the Lights on

How these, random acts of, kindness, from complete, strangers can, touch our lives and the effects of their kindness surely are, ever-lasting, translated…

Some twenty years ago, I’d gone to stay at California for a short while, after supper I’d still gone on a stroll like I would when I was at home, I’d often strolled by the residential estates, to work out for starters, and to get a closer look at the locals’ gardens, the quietness was what made the years memorable to me; but, what touched me the most, was the lights on the front porch that the local residents left turned on for the strollers to be able to see better in the nights.  How the lights were, motion-activated, lighting up the path before me.  Many a year later, these sensor lights became, more prevalent here in Taiwan, that was when I’d, realized, that I may have, interpreted, too much, into what I’d felt back in the U.S. on my trip from back when.

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now, imagine the streets with houses of lights turned on out front…helping to light up the way, for those, coming home at night…photo from online

Switching gears to May of 2021, the unannounced power outages came, in the darkness, the inconvenience, I’d found, that sense of warmth of the light too.

It was seven in the evening, I’d walked that path I’d walked for over a thousand times home, the street became too dark beyond my recognition, someone used the flashlight on their cell phone to light up the way; but the bigger light came, from the local residents, the families put out their flashlights in front of their homes, some hung on the first-floor front doors, some on the second floor balconies, those lights that are up and down, are all the love, compassions of the local residents, not for themselves, but for those, who are, heading home at night, to get them safely, home.

You may be, on that path, with the dimly lit light, but, there’s, that warmth from within, and, the steps you stepped felt, lighter, and, you’d started, humming that song as you walked onward.

And so, this, is from the kindness of, complete strangers that offered that light to light the way, for the passersby to their, neighborhood, because they know that there’s, a need for those out and about to see the way, and offered their kindness to those around them.

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These Copied-Over Nights, a Poem

This may, feel like love, but trust me, it’s, NOT, not when you’d, allowed someone, to have so much control over you, like you’re the dog, and, the other person is, holding that L-E-A-S-H, this is, totally, B-A-D, and yet, you’re, still, trapped by this sort of an abuser/enabler interaction style, too foolish, to note it!  Translated…

I Don’t Care if This Night is an Original

Or if it Was, a Copy

Don’t Want to Get into if the Tremble from it Was from the Wind that Snuck I or

Casually, the Water Overflowing with You

————You and the Night

Overflowed Together, in the Instant

The Moon Grew Full, Making that Chiming Noise

Were both Embraced

I only Cared for the Wonders

That Already Got, Hugged Tightly by the Air that’s Worn

Not Caring for the Validities Thereof

Or Maybe, it’s just the Night in Form

With the Snow, Stitched on the Wrists, the Slimness Found

Within, the Lace of the Night Gowns

The Thin White Fingers with the Snow White Pipes

The Smokes Puffed out are the Fires from the Flesh

and, here’s, what this, supposed love of yours, look, like…

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and, does this, look like, love to you??? Photo from online

And Yet, Covered the Self Compliantly

Allowing Me to See the Crystal Clearness of Love

Through the Ashes———

Maybe it’s this, Post-Modern Sort of Night

Put Together by the Various Broken Bits, Pieces, the Missing Corners of the Starry Skies

A Puzzle of the Moon

Swaying that Blue Floral Print Bandana

With Your Style of Tattoo of Anesthesia

The Gray Colored, Lights

Rain Came from Your Fingers.  Closing Those, Tired Eyes

Hearing the Rain Drenching Down, the Night is, Deepened———

Are You, Drawn in, within the Water, or

The White, within, the White?

The Copied Nights

The Endless Divisions of the Fuller Night Colors

Copied You Over

The Overflown You

——————the Eye that Survived, of the Color of Blue

I Cared not For if the Mixed & the Mismatched

Because if One Rock is Dark

Then, All Wouldn’t, Illuminate————

Modeling, Catching Me, Right Before I Shattered from My Fall

The Mode Made Me Comfortable Like Salsa

I Could Care Less if This Was the Original Night, Careless If It Were You

Or You, the Images of What’s Been, Copied———

I Don’t Care for the Alphabets of the Trees, Rustling Like the

Leaves of the Palm Trees

Extending, So Beautifully Toward the Horizon

Only, for the Land

P.S. “In all the trees of the alphabets, palms are the most beautiful.  Writing, like the leaves of the palms, thickly grown in, spread out, with the effects of: hanging downward~~Roland Barthes

And so, this is on the effects of someone over you, even though, you don’t like to admit it, to your self, that you’d, allowed the other person, to exert such a huge affect over you, but, s/he does, and you’re being, led by her/his, behaviors…

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Sharing Underneath the Starry Night Skies

A good way, to put that cadence on the past year, and start off fresh, on a, new note for this year!  Translated…

For the New Year’s in the past, we’d, gone by tradition, passed it day after day, gathered at the round table for the New Year’s Eve meals, gone to the relatives’ to wish everybody there a happy New Year, to the hot tourist attractions to visit……….it’s, a holiday, that “gathered” us all up.

But thinking back, that was, more like a, sort of, formality.  And, the protocol of that was, watching T.V., sliding on our cell phones, or, saying the words that don’t show any, real care or concerns.

illustration that came with this article, courtesy of UDN.com

圖/蛋妹

My ideal New Year’s, is to, REDUCE this sort of a vacant interaction, but with more conversation, communication.  Turn off the T.V., put up those cell phones, on the day like New Year’s, get out of the house, to sort through what’s on our minds.  Go to a place where you see your stars, lifting up your heads, sharing your thoughts with one another.  Everybody sit in a circle with leisure, and take turns, telling about what one gained in this past year, what touched us in the last year, to get rid of those formalities of how we are, supposed to, show our cares and concerns, and truly, listen to what one another is, sharing.  Becoming an audience, also, a part of the group that shared everything.

And so, this, is something that’s, needed, in this day and age, because, we don’t talk with each other in depth regularly, that’s why, we’d become, so, disconnected through the entire year, and, the New Year’s is a good time, to restart that connection, to share with one another, what we’d, endured through during the past year, to find closure to the year before, so we can, start off on another year, on a, clean, slate!

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The Warmth of a Shopping Bag

The kindness from, an unknown stranger toward you, and now, you’re, passing it along, see how one tiny act of kindness, can generate a whole lot of kindness in the world?  Translated…

I’d often heard the saying, “the most beautiful sight in Taiwan are the people!”, and I’d, also heard the evidences from others to prove otherwise, but, based off of my own personal experiences, the statement is, absolutely, TRUE!

On a day of light drizzles, I’d gone to a supermarket to pick up some things, after I’m done shopping, I’d carried the paper bags full of groceries, stumbled, to the bus stop, and, the pavement was wet and slipper, and, I’d lost my foothold, and fell flat on my face, can you imagine how bad I’d, looked!  I’d, struggled to get myself back up on my feet again, and, I’d found, that the paper bag I’d carried my groceries in had ripped wide open, and everything was, scattered all over.  This was, probably, the WORST fall I’d ever had, in recent, years!

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a hand of, kindness is all that’s, needed in this world…photo from online

As I became flustered, there came, a bag into my field of vision, with the cutesy bear print on it, followed by this, voice of an angel, “are you all right?  Here, take this bag!”, a tall girl, held her hand out for me to hold to get back up on my feet, I’d looked at that folded neatly shopping bag, cried aloud, “that, is exactly, WHAT I need!” but then, I’d, hesitated, “then, how should I, return it, back to you?”, the young woman who seemed like a working class member smiled, “you don’t need to!”  and I’d, collected everything that fell out, then, that cute bag didn’t look that huge but, it’s, big enough for everything I had bought; I’m guessing, that the extra space, must be from, that young lady’s, compassion then.

From that day forth, I’d also, carried an extra, folding bag inside of my regular shopping bag, because I knew, that there’s a tiny chance of me, running into, that young woman again, but I can, pass her sense of kindness to others who are in need.

And so, this young woman may not know it, but her “tiny” act of kindness, had rippled outward, and, it will keep getting bigger, bigger, bigger, like how one solitary drop of water that fell into that pond of things, expanding, outward.  And to think, that all of this, started with, one helping hand toward someone in need, and that someone being, a stranger too!

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Forever Accompanying You

A developmentally delayed child that contributes to her family in her own way, translated…

My daughter in developmentally delayed, and a companion for the families, she’d accompanied the three generations.  The years changed, she will always be, a white sheet of paper, with the words of gratitude out of her lips, smiling.

Before the birth of my daughter, she’d been blessed upon by my grandmother.  My grandmother became a widow at twenty-eight, lonely her whole life, toward this baby great granddaughter, she’d felt that she was a grace from God, that she needed to love her very much.

After my daughter was born, we saw that she was limp in her limbs, with diminishing capacity, after a long road of treatment from the physicians, nothing worked.  During that age there’s no early intervention programs, and I had to work, can’t stay home to look after her, so I can only, move in with my own grandmother, and she’d, welcomed us with her arms wide open.

“Dear, come, a hug!”, grandma opened up her arms, my daughter ran toward her, like she was a pet that my grandmother kept, she’d slept with my grandmother too at night.  My daughter accompanied my grandmother for a whole of twelve years.

After grandmother passed, I’d placed her in an institution, on Monday I’d sent her into boarding, on Saturday, I’d taken her home.  This was a difficult period for her, as she came home happy on Saturdays, but when Monday came around, she’d started crying hard, throwing her tantrums, rolled on the ground, refused to get taken away, she was only fourteen then.

My mother moved in with me at her old age, I’d taken my daughter home so my mother could have company, during the daytime, my daughter went to daycare, and arrives home at four in the afternoon, and my mother looked after her with great care, they’d loved and cherished one another so, until my mother too had, passed away, my daughter had accompanied my mother for a whole of ten years.

After I retired, I’d taken her to a ton of group outings, to help socialize her into life of the community, my life, is her life too.  Companionship is the BEST gift of life, companionship doesn’t cost anything to hire someone from the outside, with the families there, keeping each other warm.  Although my daughter is not intelligent, but putting her in the right place, she’s still, a contributor.

And now, she’s, in her fifties, and as I got older, I’d found how wonderful she truly is, she’d had a ton of love from home, very spirited every day, it’s like the Holy Bible said, “everything works together, everyone benefitted.”

And so, this, is the “use” of this developmentally delayed child to the family, she’s great companionship for the elders, and now, her mother realized this finally, and now, the mother and daughter will live together, until the end.

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Until the Darkness Swallowed Us, Whole…

Until the darkness swallowed us, whole, we will, NEVER be aware enough of what the darkness entailed, and, by the time the darkness takes us over, it’d be, too late!  Until the darkness swallowed us, whole, until we have, NO more light, we won’t, know just, how precious, light really is, as we’d, taken it, for granted, all this time…

查看來源圖片when this, is all you’ll, EVER, see!  Photo from online

Until the darkness swallowed us, whole, but, that would be, too late then, we would’ve, sunk, too deep, into, that darkened, abyss, to even, get our selves, back out to the surfaces again.  Until the darkness swallowed us, whole, it’s always, until the darkness swallowed us is, took that light away, would we, finally realized, just, how precious, light is, in our lives, but by then, we have, NO way of, getting it back.

Until the darkness swallowed us, whole, until, we lived in the darkness, for a long, long, long, long time, we won’t, realize, just how important, that light we’d, once had was, and then, we can’t, EVER, get it back, it’s, already lost…

They don’t call it HINDSIGHT for nothing you know???

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The Ambassador of Peace on LINE

Trying to keep the peace, when members in your group are at each other’s throats, when they get on each other’s nerves, what can you do?  Try to mediate, in a round-and-about sort of a way, so you don’t end up, as the common enemies, but it’s, not that easy!  Translated…

My daughter-in-law one day, chimed excitedly, to the Family LINE group, how there’s, a night market close to her home, and the photo she’d sent to the group was a street, lit up with the lights during the nights, with a world of fried food stands, the arcades, I’d immediately replied back, “be careful as you don’t know the quality of oils the owners used to fry the foods, and the kids shouldn’t be allowed to play those arcades, as they may be easily addicted to these games…………”

As soon as I’d typed all of that, my daughter who’s away on another continent immediately added on, “it’s fine that you go and take that stroll every now and then.”  I was shocked, I’d, immediately recycled my message back.  Thinking about this calmly, if someone rained on my parade, it naturally would, make me feel, awful, and it wouldn’t matter if the words that someone was saying to me was right!  I’d, contemplated, and felt grateful for my daughter’s round-and-about-way of reminding me, so I slammed on the brakes before damages are done.

My friend was once the head of a certain club, he’d shared things on LINE quite a lot.  He’d told, that often, as a subject of discussion was opened for debate, some of the group had started, firing those cannons, some, quite stubborn, to one’s own beliefs, some swayed with how the winds were blowing, some agreed to others’ words, and the words were sharpened, ready for war.  The most often was the fight for the parties in the politics, some debated on the policies, some toward the incumbents, and, it’d, made it difficult, for my friend, who wanted to try and mediate between those who are then, engaged, and, he’d, spoken of his “New Year’s Resolution” aloud via LINE.

He’d said, “from here on out, no talks of politics, no personal attacks.  When we have a difference of opinions, DO delete those emotional words, to keep the conversation flowing smoothly, rationally”, and, for the six months that followed, there’s, more harmony within the group of LINE.

getting into an argument on LINE

illustration found online

With the inventions of the high-tech gadgets, it’d, made people leap into an alternative world, the parents are, disregarding the needs of their children more now, and the problems between the couples, the parents and children, worsened, as our heads, lowered to our high-tech gadgets these days.

But, think on it, it’s not the gadgets that are awful, it’s the mindsets of the users, and the timing.  If one can use the gadgets, and not let these high-tech devices control us, then, we won’t become, slaves.  Like how those who’d retired who don’t live with their children, sliding on their tablets or cell phones, sending the messages, their emotions found a viable outlet, and they’re, able to get some news and new information from everywhere around.  Sometimes, they’re even, having a webcam conference with the children and grandchildren who don’t live close by, the comfort from interaction with one’s own loved ones, although they’re, separated physically, but they’d become, more than, connected psychologically.  To the point when there’s an emergency, the high-tech devices are, very good for sounding off the alarms.

illustration from UDN.com

圖/Tai Pera

My friend’s older sister-in-law didn’t get along with her parents, although one live up north, the other, south, they’d still gotten on each other’s bad side over miniscule matters, and, as the two sides were getting heated on the group on LINE, she’d, privately texted her youngest nephew, told him to commend his mother on her cooing, how he’s, looked after so well, so the grandparents who lived faraway, in the southern parts of the island know, that they have a good daughter-in-law.  And, other than posting the messages on how to live well, my friend told her older sister-in-law that her parents had, commended her in their circles of friends, how they’re, so proud of her.  And naturally, the problems between this mother and daughter-in-law pair, slowly, resolved on their own.

Working hard, being the middleman of peace, at first, you may feel, tried, because you couldn’t make the results of the changes you want to see happen faster, but, after awhile, the results will, show.  The communications apps are of various sorts and kinds, with the members numerous, and, it certainly isn’t by chance, that we’d, found each other, in the vastness of the ocean-full of people.  If you can cherish this affinity, and, work hard, as a connector in every group you’re involved in, keeping the peace, for everybody’s sake, as you turn on the apps, it can only bring you joys in the days.

This is on, being, THE middleman, and, this woman has some valid points, but, I don’t, necessarily agree with her on everything.  I mean, it’s important, that you want to keep the peaceful flow of conversations on your LINE accounts, sure, but sometimes, you just, can’t ignore how someone’s words made you flare up, and, if you don’t find a valid way to get the angers you feel out, then, it will surely, damage you, and not just your relationship with that other person.  And yeah, a middleman who will help, diffuse this, lit up bomb, may be necessary in these cases, but not always.

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The Night, Withering, Away

The night withering, away, and there’s, nothing we can do ‘bout it, no matter how much we wanted it to last, it just, can’t and won’t!

The night, withering, away, it just, faded, into black, like those, old memories we once hold so very close to our hearts.  The night, withering, away, and, it’s still, tick-tocking, on that countdown of the clock, and it won’t slow down, nor stop, ever.

the night, fading into day…photo from online

The night withering, away, how can we, make sure, that these nights last forever, huh?  Is there, any way, we can, just live inside, this, freeze frame of our own, imagination, and never age one more day?  Because, oh, how I longed, to stay in your arms, forever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever………

The nights, withering, away, and there’s, NO stopping this process of time, and, we’d, run short again, as that sunlight, came through those dusted curtains once more, you are, leaving again.

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An Ordinary Story, with Extraordinary Love

A story, that warms up the human hearts, what we’re, in need of more, especially, today, from the Front Page Sections, translated…

I saw a heartwarming report on the papers: this February, there was, a pitbull that seemed to have been abused by humans started wandering around the mountains, and got noticed by the hikers, and was named, “Flower” by the flowers.  His story got passed among the hikers, and everybody hoped that he could be, lifted off the mountains, and receive the care and attention he’d, needed.  The mountain worker, Yong-Hong Chang (Hong) started looking after him when he’d gone up the mountains, helping the dog to reestablish the trust, and, had tried to bring him down many times.  But maybe, it’s the bad experiences Flower had from human interactions from before, she’d, always, run off scared, as she got close to the entrance of the hiking trails.  At the start of July, the hikers all worked hand-in-hand, and, Hong and his friend, started up, this rescue mission.  And after sixty whole hours, they finally got Flower, to follow them to the entrance of the hiking trails.  And this time, Hong ignored the pains from his fractured wrist, and, carried Flower, who was close to twenty kilograms onto the car—and, without a leash, or any sedation—he finally, led Flower, out of that patch of mountainous woods she was, once lost in, took her down the mountains, to get her the treatments and care she needed to get.

In all of the millions of news headlines that flashed across our eyes daily, this tiny little article, it’d, caught the writer’s heart.  As I read this story, that surge of warmth flowed through me.

查看來源圖片the kindness toward animals, photo from online

I used to have a dog, Happy, who was with me for twelve whole years, he was a black lab, grinning ear to ear always.  The interactions of man and dog, transpire between words, and, I’d had the depth of experiences, and understood, how it felt for the animals who were, abused by humans in their lives, how hard it would be, to regain that lost trust in human again.  And because of this, as the paper described how the man, Hong lost track of Flower, he’d started calling aloud, “Flower, Flower”, then, a black shadow came dashing out of the forest, run toward him, and all I can say, is such a heartwarming scene that was.

There’s, this, extraordinary surge of energy in the midst of the mountains.  Not just between the man, Hong, who’d, rescued Flower; from how the hikers shared the stories on social media, to how they mapped out the rescue routes, how they contacted the wildlife reserves locally, to taking the dog to the vet, to placing her……it’s, everybody who’d, chipped in, making this deed possible!  The thought of “hoping he’ll be happy and healthy” became the primary force, which made this heartwarming, deed, with some levels of difficulty, possible.

I’d heard a story: on the beach after a certain typhoon came and went, a young girl started, picking up the starfish, and throwing them back into the oceans.  An elderly man who’d, been through the ups and downs of life asked her, “Child, what would be the purpose of doing this?  Toward this beach full of starfish, you’re, only, able to make a difference to the limited few?”, the child opened up her eyes wide, “Thank you sir, I don’t have the answer to that, I just know, that for the starfishes I’d tossed back into the oceans, their lives are, saved.”, the words of this young girl, showed the power of a greater sort of love.  The story of Hong and Flower, it’d, made me see the extraordinary love, from a story, quite ordinary.

a video of how a dog waits, at the same spot, to be, rescued by humans, off of YouTube

In 2020, MERS-CoV had, taken over the world, and, it’s even worse, for those who are, living hard, plus the natural disasters, the bad policies from the lawmakers, how people are currently being, taken advantage of daily.  In this upsetting moment, allow the story of “Hong and Flower”, to warm all our hearts.  And you and I can think on, how do we within our own means, show those around us the love, and care we have to show.

And so, this, is exactly, the kind of stories that there’s more of a need for right now, because, there’s, a ton of bad things going on in the world right now, the world’s, going up in flames, murders, natural disasters, made worse by manmade errors, etc., etc., etc., and we are, in desperate need for these sorts of tiny little stories, that warms our hearts.

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The Costlessness of Her Concerns

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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