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Yang’s Using the Innovative Teaching Methods in Physical Education, Using the Experience Education to Help the Student Acquire the Right Values of Life

Getting the entire class involved in designing the activities for all, she’d helped the students gain empathy, and made sure that those students with special needs are also, involved in the physical education courses too, off of the Front Page Sections, translated…

The Hsinbei City Banciao High School instructor, Yang worked hard to innovate the kinesiology courses, set up the specialty instructors’ group with other physical education teachers in the country, to develop the creative, innovative teaching materials.  Through the teamwork, the project-based learning methods, the modules of physical education, incorporating the technologies, helped the students find their passions for the exercises, the sports, and regained their self-confidence, she’d competed in the creative kinesiology lesson plans competitions and won many awards, she had won the Teacher of the Year Award this year for the innovations in teaching physical education. 

the coach, with the students in basketball practice!

photo from online

Other than a homeroom instructor, she’s also, the boys’ basketball coach, the P.E. teacher, also the Kinesiology Science Center’s Seed teacher, gotten involved in the NPDL, the Department of Education’s QPE plans, toured as a guest lecturer, shared her experience, showed her passions in all areas of education.

One of her student, Yen, with cerebral palsy, who’d often, “drove” her electrical wheelchair around the school.  Yang-Yang, the visually impaired student who can see no more than six inches before his face, is quite agile, can always dodge the obstacles right before he’d, bumped into them.  At a substitute for the special needs instructor, she’d gotten the opportunity to work with these students, and, promised to give them, “a P.E. class for you like everybody else!”

First, Yang used the health and leisure activities to help increase the depth of her courses, to give the students who has her for electives a first hand experience of how the handicapped had experienced things differently, and had the students’ input, in coming up with the fitting physical activities for the whole class to get involved with, through the test trials, the amending the procedural, through the team games, to help the students gain empathy, to having the students sit in the wheelchairs, with the patches covering their eyes, to have the students imagine, the challenges the special needs students may face, and how they’re to, get pass the challenges.

Yang told, that the belief of education she wanted to pass to her students is turning the limits to opportunities, through the creativity of the classes, she’d, set up the what seemed to be, impossible P.E. course.

with the assortments of materials she uses, to design the P.E. activities…photo from online

And so, this instructor not only, taught her kids that exercise is important, in staying health, through getting the class involved in designing the activities that the special needs students can also get involved in, she’d taught them about empathy as well, amazing, this woman, in having her students get involved in the hands-on, to teach them about accepting those who are, different than they are, and that is something, that her class will find useful, even outside of the school setting.

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The Juliet Who Walked into, That, River

The memories, of how you’d, saved a student from committing suicide, of how she’d, thanked you, by sending you that, package to let you know, that she is now, okay…translated…

On the eve of Confucius’s birthday, I’d recalled something that’s, happened from the past.

I’m a psychiatrist in practice, and worked with the Department of Education, the school instructors, made the lectures of suicide preventing to the instructors in the elementary and middle school levels.  One evening a little more than a decade ago, I’d gone to a middle school by the river in the south of the city to visit.  Recalled that that evening, the seminar held in the evenings was very, welcoming, in the time, I’d had the seventy to eighty instructors in the audience to split themselves into groups of three, sharing within the groups, their encounters of their students’ having mutilated themselves, or suicide attempts, or having lost a student to suicide.

During the break, an experienced female instructor came and told me a story.  This almost retired Chinese instructor told me, that she had taught a girl.  To help her students feel motivated in learning, she’d assigned the play of “Romeo & Juliet” in her Chinese language courses, for the students to fight for the roles that they wanted to play.  As it came time to select the Juliet, normally, it would be the prettiest girl in the class who raised up her hand, but it wasn’t.

Although, she was, hesitant, she’d still, let the girl play the role, as that female student had, wished to play the role of, Juliet.

As the play successfully got finished, this event, got lost, in the busyness of the semester, didn’t leave a single, ripple, it seemed.  What caused the waves, was that winter, on a day too cold.  One day after class, this girl whom nobody noticed, walked out of the school.  Nobody paid any attention, that she’d, walked over the embankment, and, into, the, river.

And maybe, it was, how cold it was on the day.  Or maybe, it’s the person who’d wanted to commit suicide being, hesitant (The to be or not to be), this adolescent finally, made her way, back up the shores, entered back into the school, and, the school officials found her completely wet (maybe, frozen too!).  The thrilled instructors ushered her to the principal’s office, not known what they should, say to her.

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This Chinese instructor recalled, as she was called to the principal’s office, she’d, learned that this young girl had, attempted suicide.  “I wasn’t her homeroom instructor, had no idea of her background, and her situation.  But this kid told the principal, that she wanted, to, see me.”  And yet, being young, the instructor felt anxious then, not known how to counsel a student who’d, just, almost entered into the gates of, hell.

The moment the instructor was forced to walk into the principal’s office, she’d had a thought, pretended that she’d not know what had just happened, as she saw the child, with the fallen leaves stuck on her waist and areas below, she’d, rushed up to her, exclaimed, “My Juliet!  What happened to you?”, and hugged the girl, really tight.

Time flew quickly, as the graduating class graduated, life fast-forwarded close to a full decade’s time.  She’d also, forgotten about this, particular, student, until one day, in school, she’d received a package from that young woman.

Inside it, what would, she find?

She was surprised, and, uneasy, slowly, opening up the package.  There were, the copies of pages of paper.  It was from the girl’s middle school, technical high school, community college, the certifications she’d earned, the awards certificates, and the diplomas.

That evening, in the middle school south of down, that instructor slowly told of the story of then, and hoped, that in the future, in my suicide prevention seminars, she could, share the story she’d, told me.  The instructor looked very, peaceful, but I was, really moved inside.

Actually, in the hundreds of seminars for the past decade or so, I’d not mentioned this story often.  Or maybe, I have, yet to get over the shock it’d, left me, as I’d told this story to the audience, everything stopped whispering, and there was NO sound, and I saw some instructors, secretly, wiping away their, tears.

Confucius birthday comes every year, but I keep on thinking, what, better gift there was, than this, package, on this, day, to celebrate, the teachers?

And so, this is, the huge difference that, a school teacher’s care toward a student can have on the student’s life, this instructor’s hug of the student, helped her turn her own life around, and it’d helped her gain the strengths to keep on going in her life, and the student gave the best present back to the instructor who’d helped her, by sending the package of all of her, important milestone markers, to let the instructor know, that she’s, okay now.

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Who’s Coming to Lunch

The kindness shown, by this young mother, toward a complete stranger, teaching her own young daughter the lessons of how important it is, to care about the world around them, translated…

After the Great Heat, the temperatures continued to rise, the entire island became, baked, I was so hot in the kitchen, I had to, desert my cookware, to escape the battlefields.  This was so totally different than that freeze frame of the three-generations sitting together, with the younger mom, and young child, dressed up to the nines, the elderly woman, in her, floral printed cloth shirt, with the old flipflops.  “The stingy daughter abusing the mom?”  “Troubles between the mother and daughter-in-law?  Intentionally, given her a lesson?” don’t know why, my mind started, running through all the possibilities then.

As they ate, they’d rarely exchanged any words at all.  Are they, following that rule of: silence is golden?  Or, are they, following the etiquettes of eating, don’t talk with your mouth full?  The mother, watched over that young girl, patted her face, wiped her mouth away, with gentle love and care, but to the elder, there’s, the repeated, “don’t hurry, eat it slowly.”  As the steaks were served, the mother cut it up into smaller bits and pieces, pushed it to the elderly woman, told her, to eat it, slowly, to chew it down completely, and yet, there’s, that coldness of tone of voice, and we can’t feel any of the heart of a daughter that’s, well rounded enough at all.

kindness towards, someone who’s in, need

photo from online

But, the elderly woman seemed not to care, just focused on the food that’s, before her, based off of her age, she had, a huge, appetite, like she’d not been fed for a long, long time, that she’s planning on, filling up the vacancy that’s inside of her stomach all at once, she’d, gulfed down the salad that was a tiny hill of green, and had two bowls of soup already, the eight-ounce steak, totally, cleaned off her plate, the chocolate cake, the Boston Crème Pie for desserts, all gone, ice cream…three scoops in a breath…as I watched her, I’d, started, exclaiming inside, “Wow, eating contest winner, I’d, read you, wrong!”

And, the elderly woman finally, burped, and got up, satisfied, “Thank you, ma’am, for treating me to this meal, mighty kind of you!” she’d continued thanking the woman, then, turned around, left.  The young girl lightly complained to her mother, “she stinks!  So sweaty, smelled too, bad…………”, that young mother told the child, “Grandma had been, picking up the recycling materials in the heat, look how hard she was sweating, then, you know how hard she’d worked, to, make a living for herself.”

So, they’re not, a family then, to the point, of never meeting before, it’s a wonder, they’re, eating their own meals, with no words of, exchange.  It’s just, that this young married woman had, passed by the elderly, and, felt sympathetic toward her, and invited her to the meals, and, the elderly was lucky enough, to meet someone kind, and got a fulfilling meal.

The steak meals of less than four hundred dollars, I can pay for it too, but, inviting an unknown elderly to come along and eat with me, that’s, a thought I’d, never had.  The young mother’s, “not giving to her like she’s a charity case, and made sure the elderly’s pride was cared for”, her act of, kindness, it’d, given her own young, the best, example.

And so, this is the story of kindness in the world, that the writer had, observed, and, this young mother is, amazing that she’d, invited this unknown elderly woman, whom she’d bumped into on the streets, noted that she was having a difficult time in her life, and, invited the elderly woman along for a meal, and you just don’t get that enough these days, because, we’re all, keeping our heads down, watching for our own means, we don’t really, have the mind, nor the time, or even, the energy to care about, someone else’s needs, and this young mother was a good example for her own young daughter.

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With the Supports from the Local Communities, the Caretakers Stopped Having So Much Pressures

The needs of the caretakers of mentally ill persons that this foundation had noted, but, had the government here noted it also???  Off of the Front Page Sections, translated…

In Four Years, Seventy-One Mental Health Community Centers Set Up, Helping the Patients Recover Close to Home

The care, the treatment of mental patients isn’t just in the hospitals, but, they’d needed the long-term community support, the resources, to get them back to living like regular people.  The Department of Sanitation Welfare had allotted sixty million dollar N.T. in its budgets for the post-acute care program, to combine the medical professional help with the community care, offering the patients their needed care after their releases from the mental hospitals, and help reduce the stresses of the family members, and the overload of the hospitals in treating the patients.

The allocation of the resources in the community outreaches, can also give the families room to breathe.  The C.E.O. of Zhongwha Mental Health Association, Lu observed, that the families of schizophrenic patients normally feel helpless, upset, to the point of cutting off all their, social interactions with the outside world, they are especially in need of the community-oriented outreach help.

Lu suggested that seventy-percent of the patients should be resocialized so they can live in the local communities, and not be separated from the environment long-term in the mental institutions, through the cooperative means of the long-term care agencies, and the mental health department, then, a more complete care provision program will be offered.

Shen also told, that the caretaking means of schizophrenic patients primarily landed on the family members, and it’s quite burdensome, and the government resource allocations are especially important in this, a long-term community support system need to get set up.

And so, these are, the needs of the families of the mentally ill patients, and, they’re in desperate need, because, just like in long-term care, all of these families are isolated in the caretaking means, and the government is only, beginning, to notice their needs, by opening up these mental health support centers for them, and hopefully, with these mental health support centers up and running, it can reduce the number of tragedies caused by mental illnesses.

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Forty-Percent of Contraction Rate in the Long-Term Care Facilities, the Nursing Homes No Longer DARED Taking in New Residents

In time of crises, this, is when the policies gets, tested, and, they all went, BUST, off of the Front Page Sections, translated…

Burned on Both Ends of the Outbreak, & the Shortage of Employees, the Heaviness of Burden of Care Returned Back to the Families, & There’s the Case of the Elderly Woman Who’s Demented Getting Abandoned by Her Own Next-of-Kin

Up to last week, there’s been close to forty-percent of residents in the long-term care facilities who’d contracted MERS-CoV as the virus started taking over the residents of the nursing homes locally, with the death rate of 2.6-percent.  Although the government provided the free quick scan kits, hoping to get the contracted residents of nursing homes found in time, to get them treated, to administer the medications, but, a lot of the facilities are on edge, due to the last wave of pandemic, they’d already set up their own policies of “not taking the new residents”, which puts the burdens of caretaking back to the families.

The C.E.O. of Long-Term-Care Development Association, Yu stated that “the facilities can’t withstand any cases of contraction now”, that the facilities are still operating on the “clearing all the cases” mode, because of the last few waves of spread of contraction, when someone contracts, not only the health of the elderly get impacted, there would be the limited manpower too, although they’d set up the systems now, but, the nursing homes are conservative over taking in the new residents, and they would normally wait until the last contracted elderly gets out of quarantine, then, considering taking in more new residents.

Yu told, that the rules now, is that the residents on the day of admitting in, if they have a negative scan result, then they will be admitted, and yet, a lot of the facilities raised up the restrictions, demanded that the prospect residents have a two-days negative PCR test.  This restriction had upset the families, before the elders get placed into the homes, there were the problems surfacing.

And, the loss of personnel to look after the elderly population also caused the lacking in motivations for the nursing homes to take on new residents.  The C.E.O. of Taiwan Nursing Home Foundation, Chou stated, that in recent years, the employees are attracted by the benefits of the policies of Long-Term Care 2.0, and started becoming the homecare provider workers, causing the nursing homes to become reliant on the foreign nurses’ aides, and the outbreaks had caused the people to not come to Taiwan to work.  Lacking in the help, even if the nursing homes wanted to take on more residents, they don’t dare, and in the end, it’s still the families of the elderly who needed around the clock care who end up suffering the most.

Chen of the R.O.C. Home Caretaker Foundation stated, that the cases of residents are now, affected by the outbreaks, becoming ever the more unstable, a lot of the families are on their own to come up with the means that worked, and recently, there’d been a wave of “deserting the elderly”.

A younger woman needed to care for her demented elderly mother, and her two young physically handicapped children at the same time, but because she’d not qualified for the low-income assistance, she was stressed out by the pressures of economics, and it’d forced her to run away from her responsibilities of caring for her young and her own mother, and in the end, social services stepped in, placed the two children, and, put the elderly demented mother into the daycare programs.

Chen believe, that the outbreaks of MERS-CoV only made the problems in long-term care in the country more apparent, as there’s the lacking of foreign nurses’ aides, could the nursing homes make up for it, we need to speed up on the preparations.

Wu of the assistant department manager of long-term care of the Department of Social Welfare stated, that the workers’ number in the residential nursing homes, the caretakers are currently stable, but, encouraging that the long-term care can use the higher wages, working with the nursing programs of universities, to attract the workers.  And suggested that the families use the long-term care program for the at-home care, or the community-oriented care programs, and that they can use the resources from the care point of long-term care families as well.

And, to sum all of this up: the country’s long-term care policies are a bust, because, when the crises come, there’s NOT enough manpower, to offer the cares needed to these demented elderly populations in the local communities, and it all started at the very start, because the systems hadn’t gotten set up properly, and they’re still, testing the waters on this, that’s why, as MERS-CoV hits, all the problems, came out!

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I Will Be Your Eyes

Helping a stranger out, translated…

One morning during the outbreaks, I stood in line at the side entrance of the hospital, waiting to get my national health insurance card to register so I can clock in for work.  Finally, when it was almost my turn, a middle aged man with a guiding cane came out of the taxi, carefully, prodded with his guiding cane around his environment; I’m guessing that he’s in an unfamiliar place to him.  Because of how there weren’t the volunteers stationed there, and the pandemic was at an all-time high, nobody was there to offer him assistance.  Seeing how there were the steps that he was about to bump into, my “nosy sense” came over me, I got out of line, walked to him, told him, that I’m a volunteer here, if he needed assistance?  He’d looked relieved, nodded his head, and he’d told me he was headed to the massage station of the hospital to work.  I’d had him put him hand on my shoulder, and, I’d originally thought I had to get in line from the back again, but the man who was originally behind me let up his spot, told me to get back in line, to stand in front, and told those behind him, that helping someone out is a good thing, that everybody should allow us to cut in line.

And so, that middle aged man, with his hand on my shoulders, and, I’d become his eyes, telling him, we’re entering the doors, then, stopping to get the temperatures read by the guard, using the alcohol spray to sanitize ourselves, then, we’d turned left, to the hallway, that there was a small bump about five steps away, that I will stop so he can lift his feet up, he was glad and told me it was no problem, and asked if I was trained in guiding the visually impaired?  I felt bashful, and told him that I’d watched a video on how to help the visually impaired person cross the roads.

like this???

photo from online

A bit later, we’d arrived at the massage station, and his partners came to get him in.  He’d told me thanks, said that it was only a short time before he became visually impaired, that he was still a rookie in it, that it was his first time working at this location, that it wasn’t easy for him to know which way he was going, that he was glad to be helped out by me, and I’d wished him a good day at work.  Actually, I’m more blessed to have met him, he’d let me see several surprising things: first, how the visually impaired, despite their predicament, still positively live their own lives to the fullest.  Secondly, this was the very first time I’d ever assisted a visually impaired person, it’d felt like I got out of my own, comfort zones.  And, there was also the man who’d let up the spot in line for us, it’d showed me that there’s still a lot of kindness in this world.  More importantly, I feel that I am amazing!  Not recognizing the ways as I, I’d not lost the way to get him to where he was going, in a large-scale teaching hospital.

And so, this showed, how helping out brings something positive, not just to the ones you’d helped out, but yourselves too, and it would drive you to help other people in need out more, because, it makes us feel good about ourselves, that we can, offer assistance to someone in need, to make their lives, a whole lot easier.


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Those Who Were Left by the Suicides of Their Loved Ones, Offering the Prayers, & the Blessings

On suicide, the families left behind, and how they can, start to heal, after sorting out the reasons of why they’d lost their loved ones to suicide, off of the Front Page Sections, translated…

The suicide of the famous person caused media attention, but this is just, the ripples from the classic and ordinary suicide in the society, people wanted to know “why?”, hoping to have an answer for the events that had, occurred.  For instance, the online community commented that if the families stayed by the side of the individual, then, maybe, it could be, prevented, or the discussions of how we can, accompany those with love who had been diagnosed with depression, how do we get them to therapy, to get them to take their medications?  Could the suicide have been prevented, if we’d managed the symptoms of depression well enough?

All of these beliefs, aimed at some sort of psychological control of what we couldn’t have controls over, through the linear cause and effect, B caused A, if we take B away, then, A wouldn’t, happen, and it seemed, that we would be, in control, and we get that sense of, security in our minds then.

In truth, there’s no direct and simple cause of suicides, only the multiple risk factors, and the protective factors, with a higher number of risk factors, then, the chances of suicide increase greatly, like major psychological illnesses, alcoholism, substance abuse, despair of impulsivity, unemployment or loss of assets, and how the act of seeking help is mislabeled; the protective factors, on the other hand, can help lower the risks of suicide, like getting into treatment physically or psychologically, the support of the families, the society, faith, etc., etc., etc.  And yet, no matter how hard we tried to prevent, suicides still happen, and it would have an everlasting effect on those who were left behind, the “remaining population” of the suicides.

And, we often think of the families of the individuals who’d committed suicide, but, there’s a wider spectrum of those who were affected, including those who bore witness to the suicide, the friends, relatives, classmates, coworkers, neighbors, the medical professionals who took care of the individuals who’d died.  For instance, I’d once heard the survived of suicide individuals shared, that as the therapist of the individual who’d committed suicide had been notified, the therapist was shocked, “how can this be, the last two times I saw her/him, s/he was okay”, and this showed, how shocked and how the therapist couldn’t accept the death of the patient.  And, the past researches showed, that as the media overreported on the events, it may cause the modeling effect.  Those who learned of the suicide first hand or by word of mouth, who are directly or indirectly affected by the events, are all the more generalized “survivors of suicides”.

The trauma reaction to the news of suicides, the memories with the individuals who’d committed suicide, the support and interactions of the individual with their loved ones, reviewing over ones’ own life experiences, etc., etc., etc., all of these may be the experiences of the survivors of suicides.  And, anybody who’d been affected by a suicide can do the following to care for oneself:

First, find someone who will listen and accompany you, to tell the individual about how the suicide impacted you, how it’d made you feel.  As a therapist, I’d reminded the families who are survived to find someone who listens, who can accept all the reactions to the griefs, to the losses, someone who won’t jump in to give the advices too soon.

Secondly, the survivors can get involved into the groups relating to the survivors of suicides, for instance, the Care Foundation for the Survivors of Suicide, finding the FB of this particular association, you can get the needed resources (for instance, the video files, the illustrated books/articles on the matter), there are also opportunities to be with those who’d experienced the loss from a suicide of a loved ones, to seek out the emotional and social support of a shared experience.

Third, the survivors can also consider therapy, the therapists will try and help the individuals to find the means that works for the persons singly, to cope with the enormous losses of your lives.

Finally, in the clinical work we are doing, through the creations of various means, or giving to others, it helps the survivors find the meanings, for instance, writing or art, gardening, or immersing oneself into the volunteer services, etc., etc., these are what the families of suicides mentioned had helped them out.  It’s not easy to reconstruct ourselves after we’d lost someone to suicide to death, but, it’s not impossible.  So, let’s use our own ways, to help send the prayers and the blessings to those who are left behind by their families, for those who’d weathered through the suicides of their loved ones.

And so, this is on helping those families who’d lost someone to suicide heal, and this is a very hard process to manage, because death is never easy, especially when someone you loved chose to take her/his own life, for whatever reasons there may be, and, you may wonder why, and get stuck, because you will never find the answer to why, because the only one who can answer that question had already gone, and, you will have to, pull yourself out of that deep dark hole, but with the help of the support groups mentioned, or the therapy sessions, you can, walk out of this.

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The Most Unique Sort of Special

Coming to terms, accepting that her son is a special needs child, a child with, Tourette’s, translated…

At the end of last year, my son was diagnosed with Tourette’s Syndrome.  I’d recalled, how I’d gazed toward the clinical psychologist, clearly feeling that I was, splitting into two: a woman in the clinic, stating that she understood what she’d been told in the clinic, the other woman, inside, nodding at how I’d been told that my son’s condition was only of the milder version of the syndrome, that I just needed to help him with his tics, the sun will still rise, the earth will still rotate, life hadn’t, crumbled down yet.

Both women inside and out are calm.  Until before bedtime, the young child got into my lap, and asked, “mom, does it mean that I won’t be, normal again?”

The moment following, that seemingly calm heart started, cracking.  If I could, I will use my whole life to protect him, but one day, he will grow up, and need to shoulder all of these things on his own.  As a parents of a child with Tourette’s my sensible side knows it all but as my child’s mother, I’d felt bad for him.

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Nobody wants to see one’s own child get injured by the outside world because something s/he couldn’t control.  And yet, the world gets too cruel.  At this time, my heart almost broke into bits and pieces.  It was the very first time I’d found, that a mother can be greedy, miniscule, not just wanting my son to be health, but wanted him to have the normal of ordinary people.  No need for the hard time, just be, “ordinary”, that was, my third wish before the candles are, blown, out—and, I can’t help but wondered, if I traced to the roots of all of this, are some truths better, not told, if my son has to carry the “label” of being “abnormal” from here on out?

I’d been a mother for more than a decade, and at this very moment, it’d felt like I was all new to this.  Not known what I should, do.

For some time later, I’d trapped in that anxiety so deep.  On the one hand, I’d wanted to paint over the fact that my son has Tourette’s, and worried that I was only, temporarily escaping the facts; on the other hand, I’d wanted to help my son accept his own special.  And slowly, I’d lost confidence.  No matter how many volumes I’d read, what’s in the book, doesn’t apply to MY son.  I just want to love him right, but, I can’t get the correct answers, and worried, that I may, hurt him again.

But, without the answers, life still, goes on.  No matter how lost, how worried, I still had to carry these doubts, continued to make the discoveries.

At the start of the year, I’d, come across this novel.  There was a director of a home, sharing the experiences on how she’d taken care of the special needs children, how the kids are like other children, “just allowing them to be their own, selves”.  As I thumbed across these words, the tears came——I’d been, kidnapped by the label of Tourette’s Syndrome of my son, and forgotten how special he truly was, with a, unique soul.  As for his Tourette’s, it’s only, a part of his should.  Although I can’t ask the world to understand him, but I can, help him understand what’s unique, special to just him—from the very start, he’d not needed to “become the other normal”, just needed to “be himself”, and that was, more than, enough.

There are the many obstacles we face in raising our own young.  So many challenges, we’d had to spend our entire lives to get through, and, some trials, we may, never be able to, overcome, but for me, the important thing is not getting through the trials successfully, but I’m, ready, to face my son’s conditions with him, with the rest of my life.

And so, this is how you’d, come to acceptance of your own son’s Tourette’s, and, this wasn’t easy, you must’ve gone through a ton of battling with yourself, asked why a million times over, and, in the end, you’d, allowed your love for your own young to guide you.

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The Woman with a Master’s in Education Switched Tracks into Integrated Circuit Engineering, and Learned the Skills as She’d Worked, Her Yearly Payrate Leapt to $1.5 Million N.T.s

Switching tracks from what she majored in, and worked hard to learn all the new sets of skills she needed to excel in her new job, off of the Front Page Sections, translated…

“A woman of liberal arts major, barged into the male-oriented engineering major world of semiconductors, put in the overtime until four, five in the morn, and within four hours, then started back up in work again, too much stress, and need to seek out treatment from the doctors, asking me, had I thought about quitting?  I don’t want to, there’s too much here for me to learn still!”  Jenny who has a master’s in education, out of the liberal arts majors, barged into the semiconductor industries, and, she was tried harder than the engineering majors, but Jenny had made it, she’d believed, that it’s not impossible, for the liberal arts majors to get into the semiconductor industries.

Jenny graduated out of the education department of Chingwha University, the graduate studies of National Taiwan University of Education.  In the time of her studies, she’d gone to the schools to intern, and felt, that the learning atmosphere in the schools are too shut in, she didn’t want to become a teacher, after graduation, Jenny started working in human resources for an enterprise, the interior designing firms, and worked as a case manager’s assistance for the food industry too.

Jenny’s best friend worked in the IC of Semi-Conductor, and, there was an older schoolmate of Jenny’s working there, and asked her if she was interested in working as an assistant to the engineer?  Jenny had enjoyed learning new things since she was younger, and was more than interested in the new offer, and, as her best friend taught her the programming skills during the off hours from work, and her spare time, she got accepted to the firm to work, and ever since, she’d worked in the semi-conductor industries.

Jenny stated blunt, the programming skills are only tools, there’s also the need for knowledge in the electrical engineering fields, but, nobody teaches you that, she’d learned by doing, six months after she got into semi-conductor industries, she was interested in managing the cases, and fought hard for it with her manager as a case manager, and she got it.

Jenny told, that although she’s very good in setting up schedules, and working according to the plans, but, she’s still a rookie in the field, starting out, lacking the professional knowledge of electrical engineering, and sometimes, the coworkers from the designs department spoke in jargons she couldn’t understand, and they’d made fun of her, “you’re only a rookie, what makes you think you can manage the cases?”, it’d made her too anxious she’d become, insomniac.

The workload in semiconductor companies is quite heavy, she’d told, that at the end of every year and the start of the next, she’d always worked overtime every single night, to four, five in the early mornings, and after no more than four hours of sleep, she’d begun working the following day again, she felt tried in her body, and her mind.  And because she’s not from the engineering majors, even with the same master’s education, she received the payrate of lower than the master’s, and she’s a temp too, not a formal employee yet.

“Every time I wanted to quit, there’s that voice inside telling me, I don’t want to quit!”, Jenny gritted her teeth, and buckled down, after she got through the hardships of learning the skills, the husband of a friend worked in another IC designs company, asked her if she wanted to work as an application engineer for the firm?  She’d gone to interviews, and got in, her wages rose to about $1.3 million N.T. to $1.5 million N.T. per year.

Toward the switching tracks from the liberal arts into engineering, Jenny believe, that unlike the engineer majors, who only can focus on the work at hand, the liberal arts majors knew how to interact with others better, “When you’re in a place where nobody communicated with each other, this skill set makes you stand out”, this is, the advantage of the liberal arts majors.

And so, this woman worked relentlessly, to hone up on the skills she needed, to help her succeed in her line of work, and, she’d not begun as an engineering major, but she’d, found her success in engineering, and it’d shown, that switching tracks isn’t at all difficult, so long as you’re willing to work really hard, to acquire all the needed knowledge, the skills you are required to have for your new line of work.

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Talking with My Mother about Taking the Bribes in the Past

The values passed down to their young, how these parents led by example, to teach their children how to behave correctly, translated…

“Mom, did dad ever taken the bribes”, that day on the phones, I’d suddenly gotten curious.  In my memories, my father who is only a patrol officer, had gotten the gifts of various sorts during the holidays, and, for me then, who’d not known any better, opening up these “presents” was the highlights: sausages, soaps, cakes………most of the times, the gift contents were the items of the holidays, but there were those times that are, outside of these, exceptions, those were the moments of my surprises!

I’d recalled this, once as I opened up the packages, there was a red envelope lying there, at the bottom of the giftbox, I suppose, it was, a bribe from the individual who’d come to our home with the gifts?  So, what did my father do with the red envelope?  My mother became a chatterbox, once we started discussing the bribes.

I was born in a place called “three-and-a-half kilometers”, with my father working at the check stations with the Department of Forestry, all the woods that go in and out, needed his stamp on it to go through.  My mother told me, that the check station is a huge opening, that there would be the gifts brought to us, and mostly, we’d received the “pork”, and in those days of not having enough resources, we can’t have all the meats, the fishes daily, and surely, the pork were often used as, gifts.

At another check station of Xinyi Substation jurisdiction of Nantou, there was an officer whose wife gambled a lot, and because she’d lacked the funds, he’d asked for money from those who came bearing the gifts, and someone ratted the woman out, and, it’d impacted her husband’s work with the police……………and the conclusions my mother reached from the case was, “we can’t get greedy!”

It’s still norm for the gifts to be given and received on the holidays in the government offices, and the givers are trying to “get with the government workers”, but if there are the illegal asking of favors, then, the gifts will needed to be upgraded to major, instead of the regular gift baskets.

“The police aren’t at a higher status now, not like they were from before”, my mother mentioned to me, I’d felt so too.  when I was younger, living in the police dorms as I’d, turned into the substation where my father was stationed, I’d felt the gazes of my classmates, looking upon me with envy.  The elders in the village, as they saw the officers, they would call out, “Sir!”, the officers were like the law enforcers of the ancient county governments, with the powers to enforce the law, which made room for the bribes to easily take place.

I’d asked my mother, “did dad ever take any bribes?”, my mother told, “he couldn’t turn them away”.  Those who bribed would hand off a red envelope packed with many bills to the manager of the station, and have him split it to the subordinates, who wouldn’t take it?

But, there were, those who’d “gobbled up the cash”, once as my mother was going to the bathrooms in the public toilets outside of the dorms, she’d overheard the two officers, conspiring, “we’ll give this pack to Chang (my father).”, my mother worried this would cause the interactions of my father and his coworkers to go sour, as she got home, she’d, prepared him for it, “the money from others, if you get it, it’s fine, if you don’t, that’s fine too, the money that came the wrong way, easy come easy go.” My father nodded, and, he was okay afterwards.

If the money were for everybody, then, why would you not take it, but, if it were only for my father?  Then, that, I suppose, was that huge packet of money at the bottom of the gift box, my mother told me, that my father turned it in up the chain of command.  There’d been cases of briberies since the beginning of times, and, there were the illegal means to an end of those who bribed, and, the recipients of these bribes, naturally do the favors, but, knowing the law and breaking it, it’s, an added on offense, once busted, it’s the entire station’s futures on the line, not just the individuals’.

The numerous cases of bribes in the news, it’d made me glad that my father, although he couldn’t turn down the bribes, but thankfully, my parents were greedy, to the point, that they fall into that huge abyss of becoming too unlawful.

“A woman (a wife’s) attitude is very important.”, that’s another conclusion of my mother’s, the wife affects the husband, the parents, influence their young, I’m grateful for my parents for not being greedy, which taught me to feel blessed with what I already, have.

And so, this is the value that these parents teach to their young, that it’s wrong to take the bribes, but sometimes, if you want to survive at work, you have to do these bad things, and, it’s okay, so long as you don’t get too greedy to the point, that you start taking bribes that get bigger, bigger and bigger, because things will snowball, and you will crash in the end.  And bribes are still, B-A-D!

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