Precious Lifes

Yesterday I went to a children home in PJ. These children come from various backgrounds; abuse, abandoned, orphans, single mothers and so on. (The home is so nicely organized, with more than 20 years experience, it is very established.) The kids are a bunch of darlings when I saw them. The lil ones were playing outside while some were doing their duties. How many of us actually sweep the drain in our house? the nine year old kid did it for the home. And a 16 year old ironed everybody’s school uniforms! Wow…. wished some parents would send their pampered children to the home to learn some living skills.

Anyway, I managed to talk to a few girls staying there. What caught my attention were their beauty and their skin color. After getting to know their names and breaking the ice, they asked me what am I. (I’m of mixed parentage, Indian Chinese.) Cool, so they understood the reason to my skin colour and the lil different features. Looking at the girls, I couldn’t quite guess their parentage. They looked mixed…..

What I want to say is….. These girls don’t know who their parents were. Not that I know their individual stories, or what their background were or how they ended up at the shelter, but I went home thinking about them. They can go on guessing their mixed parentage (they were neither pure Chinese nor Indian.) if their parents never show up to acknowledge them, the children will never know their through identity in terms of race.

My point is, children don’t come into the world by their own choice. Parents brought them to existence. Just a few days ago, a newborn baby was found in the garbage bin……. Baby = Rubbish? You = Rubbish? NO!!!

I’m not sure if the authorities have found who dumped the baby, but the baby surely did not deserve it. I’m just guessing….. This baby could be a case of unwanted pregnancy. A case of young people having unprotected sex? A case of two young ppl knowing less of the consequences to their actions? Hmm… I could be wrong…. Could it be a case of rape victim who didn’t know what to do with the beast’s child…..? or….. Could it be a case where the mom had too many children at hand? (I doubt)

Children are gifts from God, not accidents….. It is sad that some of them are treated tat way right from the start of their life. Young people…. Those who sleep around, you know what I’m talking about. Don’t say it’ll never happen to you. That’s naïve, that’s ignorance. Abstain from doing it now, have it all you want in your marriage. Men…. You who think women are sex objects, in subjection to your lust, you are a @#%$!!! I wish the government would go ahead with castration for those who are found guilty of rape. Have they ever wondered if it would result to a baby being born…. Oh wait! I forgot they are not human…. A case of mom having too many children at hand? I doubt they’d dump their babies…. Loving moms with many children just don’t do that……

Life is not just about you….. I thank God that the children found a home in the shelter. I believe that they are well taken care of, by people who loved them more than their biological parents. They may never know what it is like to be in a “normal” family. But they understand sharing, love, discipline, chores, tolerance, compassion. I believe this children would be of so much value, wherever they will be in future, and… they are definitely not rubbish!

garbage, trash, waste

There are a few professions that I admire the people who do the work. Not the work that they do, but the person that does the work. I’m not talking about being a director of big petroleum company, or the head of a multinational manufacturing firm, or even the ceo of a big international shipping company. It is good that they achieve whatever they have achieved. They must have worked hard to be where they are.

Anyway, the profession that I admire is not the type where the society has already dictates it is good. It’s not the type where their tax is more than somebody's 5 months salary, it’s not the type where you tell people what you do and they look at you in awe, it’s not the type where you mention the name of your company and immediately your status rise to another level. It’s not the type where the society has said that these people are the best, crème of the crop, the ones who sets the benchmark. True, they deserve some admiration but, still......

One of the professions (the people) that I admire and appreciate is the ones that most people take for granted. Sometimes I wonder if people even thought about them. They don’t look smart, most of the time they are dirty, people tend to avoid them, and their kind of work, hmmm…. Some may even forget they exist. Well…..parents used to say if we don't study hard, we’ll end up like them. Anyway, come to think of it, I’m grateful to these people.

I’m talking about the garbage collectors. The people that comes to your house and collects your trash early in the morning. It is like so magical, you create a mess of trash, throw away your unwanted waste, you put it into the bin and the next few days it disappears. And it goes on and on and you don’t have to worry about the rubbish pilling up ‘coz you know that somebody’s gonna come and clear it for you. Most people don’t care where the garbage goes to as long as it doesn’t stay in MY bin for more than three days! Most people don’t care who does that job, as long as they don’t miss doing the job. Most people like me…. take them for granted.

Yup, I admire the people who are serving the society as a garbage collector. I admire the thing that is in them. I admire their courage. I mean surely it’s not a profession where kids in school have ambition to be. I mean who would wanna bear with the stench? The heavy garbage? Or the juices that comes out from it?! Or put their health at higher risk? Urrgh…….Hmm… I wonder what kind of people are they; I mean what’s their story? Did they really flunk in school? Or do they come from poor destitute families? Or do they really really have no other options?

Actually….. Not everyone can do the work of a garbage collector unless they are forced under unavoidable circumstances. Anybody can be a leader in the corporate world if they work hard enough, be sharp enough, be smart enough, have the cutting edge and climb the ladder. But not anybody can do the humbling job of a garbage collector… …it breaks the proud, it breaks the ego, it breaks the norm.