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A Collision of Constitutional Rights & Constitutional Values

Shall we, flip for it???  Commentaries off of the Front Page Sections, translated…

The natives who were caught, hunting the animals were sentenced, and they’d, filed for an amendment, and it’d, sparked up this war between the rights of the natives and the protection of wildlife.  Although the Grand Justice ruled on the number 803 explanation, but from the disappointments of the natives, it’s still not, resolved, perfectly.

The key points of this particular explanation of the constitution lies in the although it’s legal for the natives to use their homemade guns to shoot the animals on the reserves, but, it’s still not enough rights for the natives; other than their culture, the natives used the hunted animals as offerings as well as sharing the catches with their own next-of-kin, but, the hunting of the endangered species is still, illegal.

In this war of hunting culture versus environmentalism protection, the natives believed that there wasn’t any, conflicts of the two, but the culture preservation and the identifying with one’ own people, that’s irreplaceable by the animal protections; while the grand justice stressed that we must, weigh both sides equally, but the natives’ hunting the animals are for their own, consumptions not for any other purposes, and it would still, cause an impact on the wildlife, especially the endangered species here.

natives hunting the turtles…

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It’s not hard to understand the natives’ upset over the ruling, but the meaning of the Grand Justice’s explanation is worth thought too: the justice stated, “the constitution guarantees that the…the natives shall have their rights to hunt as a part of their culture.”, which showed the importance of the laws’ believing the traditions, the cultures of the native people, but at the same time, it’d stated, that the protection of wildlife is, also, a vital value of the constitution.  And, as two laws collide, then, there may not be, the one-hundred-percent, guarantees to be, offered to the sides.

The rights of the natives and the animal protections, should NOT only have the oppositional sides to them.  In actuality, a lot of the foods at the mountain local food shops fitted to, the laws of “self-use” restrictions.  If we can, help more natives understand, that the hunters can be turned into, the protectors of wildlife, then this will, make the forest, the mountains, more beautiful than ever in Taiwan.

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illegal, to hunt these animals that are, protected species by the country…photo from online

And so, when culture and wildlife protection collide, which side do we take?  And, can we, keep both sides happy?  Like in the whaling of the Japanese on the seas, they’d hunted just about all the fishes and whales, because they’re, a people, whose primary diets are, fish, and yet, when they go off to the open waters, not their own territories, to hunt, then, there IS, a problem, and, this is similar to this, but, maybe, the government can place limits on the sizes of the wildlife, and, teaching the natives about the conservation of species, to get the people on board, to help out, that way, both sides, win.

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Learning Music After Retirement, & Having Fun Doing it

The importance of how learning is an ongoing process, the need for a hobby to be established after retirement age, translated…

As children grow up, my mother in her sixties decided to pick up on her dreams when she was younger: taking up the music lessons.  She’d not just signed up for the electric piano classes at the community center, she’d, disregarded my father’s objections, signed HIM up for the sax lessons.  Seeing how the two bought their instruments, and as time for the classes came, they’d, rushed out, packed the big and small packs to take along, and naturally, as children, we are, most, supportive of them.

Then ever since as I’d come back home on the weekends or holidays, I’d, heard music, “floating in the air”—for the players of recorder in the music classes, I’m sure, that we can all agree, that the sound that came out as beginners played, isn’t musical.  As the cat heard the music started, sounding off, it’d, scattered away, quick, with that look of, “What did I do to deserve this” on its face.  But, my father has a serious nature, and on occasions, he’d complained about how my mother “made” him go to class, but he’d still, picked up the sax every day and, started from the basics of blowing air between the reeds, making the sounds, and, playing the simple notes, and each practice session runs for over two hours at a time.  To not bug the neighbors, my father would hide inside the bathrooms, shut the doors and the windows as he’d practiced inside the loo.

And my mother, who’d, started all of this, wouldn’t be beaten by my father, she’d taken the piano for several months, and, at her instructors recommendations, she’d started playing the flute.  The sax and the flutes are both woodwind instruments, but, the sax sounded fuller, while the flute sounded, like floating in the air, the two instruments go on and off inside the house, and it’d, made the listeners, uneasy, but the cat didn’t mind, as my mother sat herself down to play, it’d hopped onto my mother’s knees, and, lay down, sometimes, the cat would, stare, deep into my mother’s eyes, like he was enjoying this sound that’s, at the same frequency of his, meowing.

illustration from UDN.com

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As my mother got into playing, she’d, poured her heart and soul into it, and she’d, complained to us on how she’d, hit a fork in her practice sessions.  Until one day, she’d shared with me excitedly, that her high school instructor started playing the flute when she was seventy, and, she’d continued playing, and she’s having a decade recital soon, that she will, follow her teacher’s, lead too, she’d found herself a private lesson instructor, from the pop music, she’d, advanced to the classical.  The teacher was demanding of the aperture, and I’d seen my mother focusing on sticking her tongue out, with her mouth open.

And, after awhile, the cacophony became, less and less, I can already, sit quite, settled in, in the living room, as my mother played the flute, sometimes, I’d, closed my eyes, and imagined the poetic verses as I listened to her play.  While my father favorite tune, “Amazing Grace” started with amazing, and now, there’s, the grace “factor” that’s, included in too.  Being an avid learner, he’d not only satisfied in reading the simplified sheet music, he’d even started, picking up my old sheet music, and learned to read the notes off the staff.

As our family gathered for the New Year’s this year the two of them put on a show, and, gotten a full applause from all around the room.  I can’t help but feel in awe, no matter how old you are when you started pursuing your dreams, it’s never too late.  Your lives are, fulfilled, you can find friends who shared the same interests, and it helps activate your mind, to slow down the process of aging, and it gives you that sense of achievement too.  My mother also testified, that picking up the piano was a breakthrough for her, that was the very first time she’d ever, chosen to take the lessons seriously, and knew, that she could, do it!  As we were growing up, being forced to sit at the piano to play was torture for us, but, as my parents got older, started picking up on the instruments, they’d not only, entertained themselves, but us too!

And so, this, is the right attitude that we should all carry, when we pick up on something, like these two older adults, and, maybe it’s because of their mindsets being, more matured, nobody’s pushing them to learn the musical instruments, they’d picked it up on their own, that was why they’re, able to, play it with so much joy.

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The Courage, to Face up to Being Bullied

How the adults’ attitudes is what helped this girl, dealt effectively, with the bullies that picked on her in school, the importance, of providing a safe environment that a child feels comfort enough, to tell the adults, translated…

In the meetings, my phone vibrated a couple of times, I saw, using my peripheral vision, that it was from my daughter’s school teacher, with an unsettled heart, I’d found me an excuse, rushed off to the restrooms, clicked open the screen, the photo of my daughter’s glasses being, damaged popped up, in the message, her teacher told, that the two boys from the next classroom thought that my daughter was, horseplaying with them, pinned her to the ground, and scratched her glasses.  I was glad that my daughter wasn’t, physically, injured, but I’d, questioned the teacher’s description of the events, I’d thanked her notifying me first, as for how we’re to, handle the matter, I shall wait until I get off work, and go home to my daughter to discuss with her on it.

like this???

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taking the smaller child’s lunch money! Photo from online

And yet, my daughter’s telling me of what had happened, thrilled me!  She said she was playing in the track field, the two boys came up to her, without any warnings, they’d, pinned down her shoulders, and, as she tried to break away from them, they’d, pushed her face to the pavement together, and they’d not mentioned that they wanted to play with her from the start, they’re not even her friends, one only took the afterschool help classes with her, the other, a complete, stranger.

From what my daughter had, described, I saw NO signs of friendly interactions, nor was this, some, careless, mistake, this is, a conscious, banding together, picking one someone lesser sort of, bullying someone for the kicks of it.  I was really angry and upset now, my emotions went up and down, she is only, in the first grade of the elementary years!  Then?  I’d asked my daughter if she were hurt, and did she cry?  Was she angry, was she, afraid?

She’d shook her head steadily, she said, that although she couldn’t, beat those two boys, but she’d, remembered their appearances, and, as she returned back to class, she’d, checked to see if her glasses are all right.  I patted her head, felt that she was, brave, and smart, and am, deeply, proud of her. I’m glad, that this incident didn’t cause any bad things to stay with her in life, but I’d, felt, deeply—maybe, I wouldn’t want to, believe, that children that young are with, malice, or maybe, I’m, affected by the eastern values of, the desires of, keeping the peace, how many incidents of bullying, actually, got misinterpreted as, horseplay?  Because of a naughty temperament, because of lacking of awareness and not knowing better, because of some, misunderstanding, because of, not being, careful, enough…………we’d, given an assortments of getting off easy for the bullies, like how in Harry Potter, all the characters, dodged the topic, the name of, Voldemort, they’d, dodged the word, “bullies” and “bullying” too.  Not realizing, that the unwillingness, to face up, to what’s happening, bullying, it’s harder, to resolve the incidents of, bullying.

illustration from UDN.com

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how the child feels isolated and alone being bullied…

As I’d discussed the matter with my daughter, she’d, decided, to forgive the two classmate who’d, picked on her, and I’d, supported her decision.  I’d thanked her teacher, for making her feel safe and secure, for her, to go straight to her, as the incident was, occurring.  And I’m too grateful for her teacher for believing in my daughter, for being, supportive of her, to protect her.  But what I’d, hoped more is, from the school and the family angles, we can all, get the courage to, face up to the bullies, because, only when we’re, willing to face up to the events, then, we will be able to, sort through it, bit by bit, and let it go.

And so, this, is the importance of the attitudes of the adults, when cases of bullying is occurring in a child’s life, the daughter of the writer is being bullied by the boys, and, she’d, told her teacher, and her teacher had, been there, supporting the girl, giving her that safe place to go to, and the child was, intelligent enough, to note the boys’ names, and told the teacher afterwards.

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Being a “Mom” is Work Too

A-M-E-N, to that, on how the “job” of a mom is, taken for granted, too often in the world today, translated…

What full-time mothers hated hearing is, “You don’t work, do you?”, everybody knows it too, that the job description of “mom” is, multifaceted, numerous tasks, long work hours; and on Mother’s Day, everybody wanted to say, “Mom, you’d, worked, too hard!”, but mostly, people believed, that “mom” is, nothing, more than a role, not a job.

My neighbor’s seven-year-old daughter came over to play, asked me, “Aunty, what’s your job?”, I’d replied, “my job is mom”.  She’d stated, “That’s not a job!”, then I’d, asked her, “Why isn’t it?  I’d done some many things during a day!”, she’d, insisted, “but you don’t make any money, my mom works, and made so much money!  She’s working overtime today!”

Yeah, if I worked as a nanny, in the schools, or the afternoon programs to teach the students, cooked the foods at restaurants, driving a cab to take clients to and from, to the employers’ homes to clean their houses, I would, totally, earn a wage, even, the bonuses, the raises around the holidays, the breaks the days off, and the worker’s insurances too.  But, in my own home, I’d done, just that, no money to be earned, no days off, and I’d often needed, the overtime hours too.  As my child fell ill, I’d needed to stay by his side watch over him day and night; if I caught what my child had, or maybe, I fell ill, or felt tired, I can’t have a day off, nobody’s there, to look after me.  Once I’d stayed with my child at the hospitals, and in a few days, my child recovered, but I’d, started having a fever.  As the doctors came to make the rounds, I’d begged, “I feel achy all over, I can’t take one step, can’t leave my child here and got get treated, can you give me a tab that’ll, help reduce my fever please!”

the job of a housewife…

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and these women aren’t, getting paid, for EACH and EVERY task that they’re, performing around the house either…illustration from online

If I don’t get paid, then, I’m not, working?  What is the definition of, “work”?  I’d looked it up in the dictionary, “Work”: occupation, synonym: labor.  And the definition of “occupation” is: the post or work that an individual has.  Here, it’d not mentioned anything about wages.  In Wikipedia, the definition of “Work” is: occupation; while the definition of “Occupation” is: a day-to-day routine of labor, with the goals of getting paid for your labor.  “Getting paid for labor” meant, a wage, so, Wikipedia believed, that the purpose of work, is, getting that pay, this is also, the majority’s explanation of what “work” entailed.  Then, in the ancient times, before the individuals became masters, what would the work of the apprenticeships be?  And, there’s, the same character in the world, volunteer, and volunteers normally, don’t get, paid either, but it clearly, constitutes as a form of work too, based off of the meanings of the characters taken apart, so, why is it, that staying at home, taking care the children, NOT considered, “work”?  Based off of what I’d already, described, everything I do at home, are all the work deemed as work by societal definition, and, every single task combined, makes into, a whole “job”!  “Homemaking is NOT a job”, “Full-time mothers aren’t working!”, this sort of deeply rooted belief, when will it get, amend3ed?  It’s a wonder, that a lot of moms want to, find alternative work posts, so they don’t get misinterpreted as, “leeches”!

Before my neighbor’s young daughter left my home, I’d told her, “Aunty’s job is being a mom, I’m also, a temporary nanny.  Next time if your mom can’t watch over it, send you over to my house, do tell her, aunty will be charge a hundred dollars an hour.”, that young girl, she’d made a sound with her tongue, then, walked out the door, she’s still fazed at how aunty doesn’t go out to work to make a pay, to play with children at home, and her too.  The next time, if I ask for pay from her “mom with work”, hopefully, she can gain a little more understanding of how, “aunty also works!”

And that is, precisely, how and why these homemakers get taken for granted, because we’re NOT working out of our homes, dressed up in those suits, making a pay check with the dollar amounts, but homemakers ARE working, they’re working 24/7, 365 or 366 days PER year, and, we’re NOT allowed to have any sick days, vacation times, and we’re not making enough for the families in these, dollars and cents?  You’ve got to be, shitting me here, and this is the LACK of respect, that we women get, for staying at home, and working as a HOUSEWIFE, raising up our young, cleaning up the houses, keeping the living environment, clean and tidy, not to mention, getting the groceries, sometimes, we also act as, the makeshift plumber, electrician too!  So show some RESPECT already, huh???

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The Prevalence of Mass Shootings in U.S. the Resolve of Guns without Solutions in America

Yeah, uh, BLAME it on the SECOND AMENDMENT, and all you, NRA fanatics here!!!  Off of the Front Page Section, translated…

On the twenty-second, a large-scale massacre happened at a Colorado supermarket, resulting in at least TEN dead, this was the SEVENTH larger-scaled massacre so far this year.

This was also, the SECOND large scale massacre that got the world’s attention in America in a week’s time.  The massage parlor shootings on the sixteenth of this month in Atlanta, Georgia by the suspect, Long, of the eight who’d died, six were, Asian females, and this had caused the protests to happen across America with the Asians in the community marching in protest against hate crimes.

Based off of USA Today, Associated Press, and the data collected by Northeastern University, the supermarket shooting in Colorado is the SEVENTH large scale massacre since the start of this year.  The database defined the massacres as other than the shooters, there are more than four deaths.

CNN reported, in this past week, there were large-scale massacres every single day, other than the eight deaths in the Atlanta shooting, Stockton, California, Houston and Dallas of Texas, in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, in the past few days, there were the massacres of more than five deaths ongoing, thankfully, those who were shot were mostly, not fatally wounded, only two had died.

In the past decade, within a hundred kilometers radius, of where the massacres at Round Rock, Colorado, there were the multiple shocking murders locally.  Back in 1999, Columbine High School which was only fifty-kilometers away, had the massacres of a total of fifteen fatalities, and twenty-four wounded including the two shooters.  In 2012, a man took a gun into the theatre as the Batman Premiere was showing, and started shooting at random, causing twelve deaths, seventy wounded.

“We the People”…WANT GUNS!!!

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In America, gun is too easily accessible, this is one of the primary reasons for these larger-scale massacres.  The Washington Post reported, the shooter, Long of the Atlanta Massage Parlor massacre picked up a gun at the gun shop on the day he started on his shooting rampage, and, the background checks at the arms shop were only formalities, there’s no waiting to confirm if the licenses were valid, gun is given out by the store, and he took it, and headed straight to the massage parlor.

On the twenty-third, the Senate held an emergency hearting, discussing the two large-scale shootings that happened in the week, along with the matters of gun control.  The group that demanded a tougher law on gun ownership pointed out, that from 2009 to date there’d been, 246 cases of large-scale shootings, in just Colorado, on average, there are 805 people who’d died from gun violence per year.

And yet, the second amendment protected the rights of citizens from owning guns, and whenever the subject of gun control came up for discussion in the Congress, the Republicans who are in support of the Second Amendment Rights would fight it, even if the polls showed, that the supporters of both parties are onboard with the gun control laws now.

And so, this, became, a NATIONAL matter, and yeah, it is, the American citizens’ rights to OWN arms, sure, but, sometimes, guns are too easily got, you don’t even need to get thoroughly checked for any violent crimes records, you just need to get that license, which is bought with money, and you can, own one, and, you’re still, in support of your, SECOND Amendment rights?  Don’t get me wrong, I’m all for the “Stand-Your-Grounds” law, but, guns are too easily accessible in America, which is precisely WHY, mass shootings are happening all over the country right now.

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That Day, Unknown

On watching her husband, suffer, with his terminal illness, waiting, for death to come and, claim him, translated…

That day, my husband was, wheeled into the treatment room, had a “smooth ride” of his cancer treatment processes, no loss of hair, no losing all his weight, he’d only, complained of aches and pains more often, and as the primary treating physician visited his ward, he’d only, begged him for more pain meds, but, after the pains subsided, another sort of illness, took him over.

One afternoon, I’d, rushed off to the hospital, it was the call of the caretaker from the bed next to his.  I’d never seen him like this before, lips trembling continually, kept apologizing repeatedly, I’m sorry, I’m, sorry, the group of doctors hovered over his bed, and started discussing, and because my husband was in and out of comas, and started calling aloud things that don’t make sense, fearing that it might affect the other patients who shared the same room as he, they’d decided to wheel him into the treatment room.

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as he’d, become like this…photo from online

And after that we’d, taken, that downhill slope toward, the bottom, he could laugh and chat at first, but, with his getting diagnosed with acute pneumonia, he had an intubation, and because of how the hospital worried that he might hurt himself, they’d, restrained him with the cloth bands to his bed, and his elbows now, bruised up, with the days that came and went, his skins ulcered.  Every day, he’d slept, waken up, waken up, and slept, and can only, stare at the ceilings, as he’d come home from work from before, he’d, ranted, incessantly on what went on during his work day, he can, no longer speak a single word now, and it must be, too, trying for him.

At first, my husband mapped out his, recovery plan, placed it at the bottom of his, desk drawer, he had a strong will to survive then, was optimistic on this path to, defeat cancer, and yet, months passed by, the life and death that came and went in the hospital wards, the elderly who was still there on the next bed, got wheeled out with a white cloth covering the bed today, my husband also, transferred from the normal wards, into the I.C.U., and connected to the machines to live now.

Once, I’d, gotten closed to his ears, told him, “if you still want to live, nod”.  And it wasn’t, as I’d expected, a nod, he’d shaken his head then, for a very, very, long time, with the tears that stained up a huge chunk of his, pillow.  While I, too selfish, can only, struggle within my own self, after I’d made up my mind, I’d still, tried to keep the moments of visiting him in the hospital afterwork, again, and again, and again, hour by hour, and, begged for that, unknown day, to finally, come.

And so, this, is how difficult it is, to watch someone you love very dearly, get tortured by his, illness, and, at the start he had this strong will to survive, thought he was going to, overcome, but, as time went by, he grew weaker, sicker, and now, he can only, lie in his hospital bed, and wait for death, and there’s, nothing you CAN do for him, save for, sign that DNR on his, behalf now.

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Point of Origin

One small act of kindness, and how it, generates, into, more and more, acts of kindness, affecting the individual on the receiving end of that kindness at first, then, expand outward, into the world, it all starts, with something tiny here!  Translated…

There’s a tiny sea turtle pin that I own, gold in color, about three, to four centimeters in size, it’s normally, kept inside that wooden box by the headboards of my bed, like it was, some sort of an heirloom, only on the special occasions, would I use it.  Because this sea turtle pin gave me the courage, to get up on stage.

Remembering back in college, my appointing professor had me stand in as the announcer of an international conference, to introduce all the sea turtle experts from in and out of the country, one of the lecturer from Hawaii saw that I was nervous, as I’d confirmed with him on the pronunciation of his name, he’d, especially, slowed down his speaking speed, and used the simple words in English, “don’t worry, you will, do well!  You’re still young, there are many more opportunities for you to get on stage in your future!”, then, he’d, handed me, this sea turtle pin, for it to wear it on my coat.

And, can’t imagine, that many years later, I’d, become, a lecturer of advocate of ocean environmental protection, while this lecturer, whom I’d called, “Grandpa Sea Turtle”, he’d become, my friend, and mentor too.  And even now, this sea turtle pin, was not only an item that brought me good luck, it was, also, a reminder.  Reminding me of the truly important things in my life, that the purpose of it all, is to, make someone feel good, comfortable, the kindness too tiny to take a note of, that is, the most, precious, gift we can, give to, one another.

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like this, how an act can create, a huge, ripple! from online

And so, this, is on how someone noted how nervous you were about making the speech, and offered you that peace of mind, to help you relax, and, you’re now, passing this cycle of kindness that was, once, shown to you, because the important thing in life is, making a tiny difference in the lives, of others.

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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

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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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The Girl Who Couldn’t Erect the Foot Stand

Do you think this supervisor of this young woman should, take away her chance of working to get the scooter going, or just, step in and do it FOR her, because she’s, already, running late?  Translated…

During the New Year’s holidays, Wei-Wei received a preowned scooter, it was a hand-me-down from her older brother.  She’d happily rode it to and from work, but found, that the scooter was, too heavy, being only 4’9, even as she’d used the weight of her entire body, to step down HARD on that middle foot pedal, the scooter still, won’t park steadily in place.

Although people say, that it has nothing to do with her size, that it’s a matter of, techniques, but, Wei-Wei seemed to have trouble getting the techniques right.  The friend told her, that then, she should, just park her scooter upright, that she shouldn’t, force herself to park it the way that most would, slanted.  But she’d felt it wasn’t right, for her to, take up, such a huge parking spot, in the city of Taipei, where, a tiny spot for parking, is, hard enough to get.

sketch done by the writer, off of UDN.com

立不起中柱的女孩。今日登場/HOM

As her superior passing by her, seeing how this young lady was, struggling hard, trying, to get the foot pedal to park on the ground steadily, seeing how she’s about to be late into the offices, the superior contemplated on, whether or not she should just, step in, and do it FOR her, or that she should, stay away, and NOT strip her of the right to learn how to do it own her own?

So, this, would be a sort of a dilemma this superior is faced with, should she just, step right in, and do it for this young woman, stripping her of the chance of figuring out how to do it herself, because she’s, about to be late to the office, or should she, let her figure it out on her own?  This is something that as parents, people face too, to whether or not just, STEP in to do it FOR our own young (not that I have one!), or to, let them do it on their own, figuring out how things worked, so they can, take that knowledge with them?

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