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Seeing the Love without Boundaries from a Foreign Spouse

How the kindness cycled around, from the Front Page Sections, translated…

Last week, I’d gone to a free clinic session for the foreign worker fishermen, because most of the fishermen were from Indonesia, so there was a translator alongside me all the way; I’d had the spare time, and struck up a conversation with her.

“I’d seen you every single time in the free clinics, you’re always smiling, very kind and gentle, you’re, a rare gem!”, I’d commended her.  “Doctor, you thought too much of me, they’re my countrymen, floated across to Taiwan to work, I’m glad, that I can, be of some sort of minute assistance.”

I’d asked her where she came from, “I lived in Jakarta originally, my father is a catering chef, with an unstable income, and there are, too many mouths to feed, and so, in my high school years, I’d, married to Kaohsiung, hoping, to make some extra money, to wire it back home, to help with my family, but………”, she’d taken a very long inhale, continued, “not long after we were wed, my husband was diagnosed with oral cancer, after three surgeries, countless electrotherapy sessions, he could no longer work”.  What made her situation worse was, as her kids rode together on a scooter to visit their father at the hospital, they were hit by a car, her daughter was injured severely, in the I.C.U., her son with fractures, and needing surgery.

Back then, she was looking after her elderly in-laws on her own, her sick husband, and her injured children, she felt hopeless.  But thankfully, her parents in Indonesia wired some money for her, and her eldest sister who’d married to Malaysia flew over especially to help her out too for three months; more importantly, the national health insurance coverages, it’d, helped her out with the costs of the treatments; she’d worked as a translator at the agency during the daytime, at night, she’d gone to school, to hone up on her Chinese skills, her son part-timed through school, they were, just, getting by.

“Actually, the Taiwanese people are quite helpful, I’d met a ton of those who were willing to go out of their ways to assist me, by just being there for emotional support, or those who’d, offered to help me with my finances.  I’m grateful, and in order to pay them back, I’d, signed on these sorts of voluntary work, to make what I can do useful and helpful, and this time, I’d, brought along my children who’d healed from their injuries to volunteer also, to make sure they will note, the love that’s, without the borders in Taiwan.”

Her husband may not be well-educated, or made a lot of money, but she’d, loved Taiwan like it was her home country, as the trials came, she’d, taken them all in, no complaints, no regrets, she’d, utilized her spare time, to hone up on her skills, to acculturate herself into the local communities, and knew to give back, she is, the model citizen for all of the foreign spouses that’s for sure!

And, this, is how this woman was, driven by the cycle of kindness, she was shown kindness when she was in need, when her family had problems, she’d received help from all around her, and that was what drove her, to give back now.


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A Short Vacation

The goings-on of life, translated…

Because of work, my wife and I lived separately.  Every couple of weeks, I’d gone from the country regions of the middle to southern regions, took a train up to Taipei, to visit her.  Every time was torture, I’d had to transfer, change stations, and go from this home to that.

At first, I’d felt that it was grueling and annoying, but, I’d tried changing the way I looked at the matter, in the three days two nights, I’d moved 600 kilometers, and, it was, an amazing journey too.

Awhile ago, I was in Taipei, and the malls were having their sales, I’d gone shopping on Japanese Week with my wife at Xinyi District.  There was about a hundred square meters of place, with a dozen of stands, cramped inside, from noodles, to snacks, cookies, brown sugar, octopus meatballs, to hangers, iron pots and pans, what moved us the most were those over twenty varieties of ice cream, on the flavors of teas, it had green milk tea, raw tea.

My wife gloated, “I’d done my homework, the eight-tea combo is the best.”, and, as I’d had a taste, it was sweet, but not too sweet, there’s this aroma in the taste.  We walked on and around, before we left, I’d lined up to get octopus meatballs, but I saw a note that moved me so.

That was a shop with eighty years of history, the manager wrote in Chinese and Japanese, “We’re thankful for Taiwanese input for March 11th, the Japanese will NEVER forget the Taiwanese people’s kindness”.  It was, over three years ago, since the quakes of March 11th, and the shop owner had taken our helping them out to heart, came out of his way to Taiwan to set up shop, and even wrote a note, thanking the Taiwanese people for their assistance.

The impressions I had of Japanese was that they’re very detail-oriented, and careful, seeing how the cook would put so much focus on making the foods, the Japanese person from the coutner also hollered out to me welcomingly.  That, was their job, but, using such a strict and careful attitude to handle their assigned tasks, that kept me in awe.

We’d ended out miniature vaction of three days, on the trains back to the south, I’d reviwed the photos, promised myself, that I shall, pour so much heart and soul into work, marriage, the education of my young, and I’m looking forward to our next miniature outing.

And so, on this miniature vacation, you felt touched, by how someone could show so much gratitude toward the assistance they’d received so many years ago, and, it’s these small moments in life that makes everything light up.

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The Life Like Scissors

You’d lost Your Teeth

Like a Dog, Without Its Teeth Now

Could No Longer Manage to Chew Down the Years

Every Night Before Supper, I Can Only Use a Sharpened Pair of Scissors

Cut Your Elderly Years into Smaller Bits & Pieces

And Spoon Feed it into Your Mouth

Just as When I Was Younger

You’d Spit Out the Chewed Up Fish You’d Cooked

And Mouthful, by Mouthful, Stuffed It Into My Childhood Years

Because your parent took care of you when you were younger, now that he’s grown old and gray, naturally, you would give back to your parent, and that, is kindness reciprocated.

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The Water Running Off of a Cliff

From the Steep Cliffs of Your Thighs that’s Winding, Water’s Running Downward

I Held on to the Bucket for You, Imagining

That the Thousand-Year-Old Snows Have a Couple of

Drops, Melting Down

Sitting Here,

Dry and Waiting in This Cave I Looked Upward

Your Thin Frame Became an Old Pine Tree

Even Though, the Buds are Faced to the Winds

But, They Will Never Sway Again

The Sands of Time Kept Falling Downward

I Still Carried the Bucket, Waiting

In the Dark of Night, drop…drop…drop…drop

It’d Waken Me Up from My Distant Dreams

And so, this, is what it’s like, taking care of an elderly person, the offspring/caretaker must stay by her/his side, like a mother, at the side of her child, and, because this elderly person can’t urinate, the offspring must wait patiently for the parent to do so, then, the offspring would feel more at ease, this, is a good example of “paying back the parent who raised you”, and, NOT all the offspring would be willing OR able to do this for one’s own parents too.

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I Love Seeing Them, Father and Son, Holding Hands

Memories, shared, by the father and son, they’re so very close to one another too, and, this, is a very hard to come by parent-child relationship. Translated…

The elderly can’t hear so well anymore, Zu-Guan was more than patient, with his lips close to his father’s ear, reported live to his father, who’s currently speaking, what, is being said…

Since I could remember, I’d ever held my father’s hands.

Even a couple of years before he died, when I took him to get his hair trimmed, accompanying him across the intersections, I’d only wrapped my arms around his arms, and stroked his loosened muscles through his clothes, and feel the temperatures of his body through his shirt.

When I discovered, him, a young man, a little over thirty, I’m thinking? From the very beginning, had held on to his ninety-year-old, blind father’s hand, my heart, was hurting now, from being pounded on.

Helping You Hear, Holding Your Hand

His name, Zu-Guan Yang. Based off of my speculation, a little bit past thirty.  When he was just a newborn, his sixty-year-old father became blind, and his mother left the house.

Zu-Guan’s father, with the pseudonym of “Mason”, originally named Ping-Chun Yang, is blind and elderly, and still he wrote every single day, not only was he able to manage a novel of six hundred thousand characters in just six years, he’d also won the Golden Drinking Cup Prize and the Prize for Novel Writing, and cranked out “The Story of Wild Grapes”, “The Tears of Youth”, “A Rash Man”, along with the philosophical collection “The New Me Idealism”, “This, is What Confucius Said”. With the seventeen years, he’d managed the “Mason on Literature” with 250,000 characters; what’s more amazing was, two years later, he’d written, “This, is How Laotzu Stated it”; and heard, that he has a new book out next year too.

What fueled to Mason’s writing? Could it be what he’d said, “The love for literature, ‘til death”?  If he’d led an ordinary life, with an unsettled mind, could he have let his own thoughts soar in the darkness, to allow his pen to fly over the papers?

I think, his son, Zu-Guan was his primary assistant, to help him become such a well-published writer.

Zu-Guan would check to see if there’s still ink in his father’s pen, and, guided the ruler that tied to the pen to steady itself, so it won’t slip off, helped his father proofread, type, collect the essays, and, carried his father’s thick manuscripts, to knock on the doors of the publishers……..

This young man in how he interacted with the world around, is very well-rounded, I wondered, how it is, that Mason had taught his son? Maybe, it’s a side effect from my journalism days, before I find the answers, I’d used a magnifying glass, to examine Mason’s clean face, along with Zu-Guan’s face too.

The elderly can no longer hear so well, Zu-Guan patiently transferred what was said, reported it live, to his father, who’s talking now, what’s being said. The father would prod, had his voice would get very loud, and, that hint of apologetic would come up to Zu-Guan’s face, and, get close to his father’s ear, and answered him.  After the father understood what was going on currently, he’d squinted his eyes, like a philosopher, thinking.  His father’s palms were faced up, Zu-Guan’s, down, gently, and patted his father, to tell him, “No matter what, I’m here with you.”

And this, is the closeness of a father and a son, which, is still very rare these days, and, can you imagine the kindness that the father must’ve shown the son when he was younger, for the son to reciprocate it back to him now???

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