Lending A Helping Hand

A couple of weeks ago, I was feeling extremely tired after service and just wanted to go home asap. While at Serangoon MRT station, I spotted a visually impaired uncle who almost walked into the train glass door, helped him into the crowded train. We had a brief conversation and he shared that he stayed in Seng Kang and I at Kovan. Though tired, I decided to stay and help him to Seng Kang. When we reached Sengkang, I guided the uncle to follow him out. He was surprised that I was still around and nicely asked me to head home, that it wasn’t necessary since he goes home like this everyday. I told him it’s ok, that there was a Chinese saying that goes, "送佛送到西”. He laughed and continued to say I don’t have to go to such an extent but didn’t refuse my help. Found out he was a Singaporean mobile massage therapist specializing in Taiwanese massage. Helped him into the crowded LRT before leaving and he expressed his gratitude.

Not to blow my own trumpet, but how many people when presented a scene like this would sacrifice 15 minutes of their time to help, or would we just go about our own way of life too preoccupied with our own matters? I pray that Singaporeans would be more gracious, generous and magnanimous. Let’s make this a nicer country to live in, for all.

‘Assuredly, I say to you, inasmuch as you did it to one of the least of these My brethren, you did it to Me.’ – Matthew 25:40

P.S. I was so tired, I took the train from Sengkang to Punggol instead of towards Harborfront… Lol.

Grace and Blessings, in Disguise

These two weekends beginning last week has just been a little horrible for me. I was just about to take a slow shower and head to church when I received a call to return to camp for duty within two hours. So, instead of the slow, nice shower and a great time in church I should be enjoying, I had to take a quick shower and rush back to camp and go through four days of night duty which totally screw up my biological clock.

So, I missed service last week, and am about to do so again for this week. This is so simply because there are super duper selfish people who choose to take medical leave before their duty, causing others to have to take their place. To be honest, I was fuming mad. If one is genuinely sick, I understand, but to take medical leave simply because they desire not to do their duty is simply detestable, these people.

Dad was nice enough to fetch me from camp. I was complaining to dad about these people and was totally in self-pity really.

Dad encouraged me in Chinese,

“You know that there are such selfish people out there and there will be more of such people of this calibre when you enter the workforce in future. But don’t go down to their level. Don’t be angry over what they have done, because it won’t do you any good. If you look at it from a two-dimensional perspective, you will definitely be boiled down to anger. Try to see things from a three-dimensional perspective. What matters is you know you did not do what these people did and that’s all that matters.

Let this painful experience build you, make you stronger, more resilient, more tougher so that you will be better equipped to take on life’s challenges which will come in the future. One day, when your son goes through a similar predicament during his army days, you can say to him that you went through it before, and if you made it, so can he.

Even I, a lowly educated person can make it, and give our family a comfortable living and even a condo to live in, I am absolutely sure you can do it as well.

When that day comes, you can fetch him from camp, just like how I am fetching you now.”

My dad and I don’t have a lot of common topics. There can sometimes be awkward silence hanging in the air when we two are left alone. But I am totally glad to have that conversation with my dad. I feel so encouraged. Perhaps that’s the reason why God allowed this to happen. Because I can have this opportunity to hear from my dad and to engage in this rare father-son conversation.

Hearing my dad talk about two and three dimensions, I have more edge..! We are four-dimensional beings with the Holy Spirit on our side! Plus, hearing this ‘sign’ about dimensions makes me recognize that this whole event must be planned by God. Sometimes I feel ashamed too. I thought I was mature. Looks like I still have a lot to learn.

Thank You Jesus in any case. Thank You for the grace to go through the horrible moments. Thank You for the blessing of being able to engage in conversation with my father. I know that everything falls into Your plan, and that plan is for my good.
 

FamilyPHOTO: Reuel Eugene Tay – Rare Family Photo (Ipad2)

Travel Log #1 – Making Friends

IMG_5365PHOTO: Reuel Eugene Tay

 

Go out, talk to new people, make new friends. Strike a conversation, talk about the weather. Who knows, a beautiful and lasting friendship that crosses all borders can be forged in that process.

P.S. That is my 49-year-old mother on the right with 36-year-old Junko from Japan (in the middle) and 24-year-old Yu-Sun from Korea (on the left). Three women from totally different age groups, isn’t this totally amazing? That’s why I love traveling and backpacking so much.