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Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Read = Knowledge XD
I've nothing much to read about on the net these days. can't wait to go back to my thrillers after i'm done with work. sighs. i need stuff to read. lol
Saturday, April 17, 2010
Two Choices
A high school friend sent me an email and I want to share it with the world so here it goes :
What would you do?....you make the choice. Don't look for a punch line, there isn't one. Read it anyway. My question is: Would you have made the same choice?
At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves children with learning disabilities, the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its dedicated staff, he offered a question:
' When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does, is done with perfection. Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other children do. He cannot understand things as other children do. Where is the natural order of things in my son?'
The audience was stilled by the query.
The father continued. 'I believe that when a child like Shay, who was mentally and physically disabled comes into the world, an opportunity to realize true human nature presents itself, and it comes in the way other people treat that child.'
Then he told the following story:
Shay and I had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were playing baseball. Shay asked, 'Do you think they'll let me play?' I knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their team, but as a father I also understood that if my son were allowed to play, it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be accepted by others in spite of his handicaps.
I approached one of the boys on the field and asked (not expecting much) if Shay could play. The boy looked around for guidance and said, 'We're losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him in to bat in the ninth inning.'
Shay struggled over to the team's bench and, with a broad smile, put on a team shirt. I watched with a small tear in my eye and warmth in my heart. The boys saw my joy at my son being accepted.
In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was still behind by three.
In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and played in the right field. Even though no hits came his way, he was obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from ear to ear as I waved to him from the stands.
In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay's team scored again..
Now, with two outs and the bases loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be next at bat.
At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the game?
Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone knew that a hit was all but impossible because Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly, much less connect with the ball.
However, as Shay stepped up to the
plate, the pitcher, recognizing that the other team was putting winning aside for this moment in Shay's life, moved in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least make contact.
The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed.
The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay.
As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball right back to the pitcher.
The game would now be over.
The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman.
Shay would have been out and that would have been the end of the game.
Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the first baseman's head, out of reach of all team mates.
Everyone from the stands and both teams started yelling, 'Shay, run to first!
Run to first!'
Never in his life had Shay ever run that far, but he made it to first base.
He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and startled.
Everyone yelled, 'Run to second, run to second!'
Catching his breath, Shay awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to the base.
B y the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had the ball . the smallest guy on their team who now had his first chance to be the hero for his team.
He could have thrown the ball to the second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher's intentions so he, too, intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman's head.
Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him circled the bases toward home.
All were screaming, 'Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay'
Shay reached third base because the opposing shortstop ran to help him by turning him in the direction of third base, and shouted, 'Run to third!
Shay, run to third!'
As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams, and the spectators, were on their feet screaming, 'Shay, run home! Run home!'
Shay ran to home, stepped on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the grand slam and won the game for his team
'That day', said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face, 'the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity into this world'.
Shay didn't make it to another summer. He died that winter, having never forgotten being the hero and making me so happy, and coming home and seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day!
What would you do?....you make the choice. Don't look for a punch line, there isn't one. Read it anyway. My question is: Would you have made the same choice?
At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves children with learning disabilities, the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its dedicated staff, he offered a question:
' When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does, is done with perfection. Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other children do. He cannot understand things as other children do. Where is the natural order of things in my son?'
The audience was stilled by the query.
The father continued. 'I believe that when a child like Shay, who was mentally and physically disabled comes into the world, an opportunity to realize true human nature presents itself, and it comes in the way other people treat that child.'
Then he told the following story:
Shay and I had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were playing baseball. Shay asked, 'Do you think they'll let me play?' I knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their team, but as a father I also understood that if my son were allowed to play, it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be accepted by others in spite of his handicaps.
I approached one of the boys on the field and asked (not expecting much) if Shay could play. The boy looked around for guidance and said, 'We're losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him in to bat in the ninth inning.'
Shay struggled over to the team's bench and, with a broad smile, put on a team shirt. I watched with a small tear in my eye and warmth in my heart. The boys saw my joy at my son being accepted.
In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was still behind by three.
In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and played in the right field. Even though no hits came his way, he was obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from ear to ear as I waved to him from the stands.
In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay's team scored again..
Now, with two outs and the bases loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be next at bat.
At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the game?
Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone knew that a hit was all but impossible because Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly, much less connect with the ball.
However, as Shay stepped up to the
plate, the pitcher, recognizing that the other team was putting winning aside for this moment in Shay's life, moved in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least make contact.
The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed.
The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay.
As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball right back to the pitcher.
The game would now be over.
The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman.
Shay would have been out and that would have been the end of the game.
Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the first baseman's head, out of reach of all team mates.
Everyone from the stands and both teams started yelling, 'Shay, run to first!
Run to first!'
Never in his life had Shay ever run that far, but he made it to first base.
He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and startled.
Everyone yelled, 'Run to second, run to second!'
Catching his breath, Shay awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to the base.
B y the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had the ball . the smallest guy on their team who now had his first chance to be the hero for his team.
He could have thrown the ball to the second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher's intentions so he, too, intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman's head.
Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him circled the bases toward home.
All were screaming, 'Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay'
Shay reached third base because the opposing shortstop ran to help him by turning him in the direction of third base, and shouted, 'Run to third!
Shay, run to third!'
As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams, and the spectators, were on their feet screaming, 'Shay, run home! Run home!'
Shay ran to home, stepped on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the grand slam and won the game for his team
'That day', said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face, 'the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity into this world'.
Shay didn't make it to another summer. He died that winter, having never forgotten being the hero and making me so happy, and coming home and seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day!
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
It's All In The Mind
For some who actually follow my blog would have taken notice that my blog was deleted a while ago but now its back. I deleted it because I didn't think that I'd have the time to update it once university starts. But anyways, here it is again, I'm trying to clean the cobwebs that the spiders have made here.
I'm not a person who is good with words when I speak and I think I express myself more freely when I'm in front of a computer typing away. For the past few months, I've been doing part time work at a relative's office. I've been thrust into the world of adults, mixing with people who are older than me and sure they have more experience in life. I learnt that it really isn't fair in life. A teacher of mine always told us, "Who said God was fair?" She's right, it isn't. People will not give you any credit even if you are actually helping them out without expecting anything in return but they will blame you for the slightest things even if you weren't at fault. Yes, I got that kind of thing thrown into my face. It's alright at the beginning or if it's the first time someone close did that or if you're being considerate thinking that the person was just really busy and frustrated and also easily agitated. I could've brush it off but I'm not one to do so. If you know me better, I hold grudges. But I also tend to forget about them quite easily so all's well.
Moving on, I've been thinking a lot lately. Bout my relationships with other people, bout university, bout things that a normal 19 year old would ponder about. And I've also been evading people and problems. Difficult people = problems. I found out early this year that someone actually had a crush on me. A friend who was supposed to be close but we kind of drifted apart due to some problems. I just didn't like the way the person kept clinging on me. I have to admit I wasn't that much of a good person either though. I sure didn't enjoy it when the person kept on messaging me with a somewhat interrogative and demanding tone. I don't feel good when I hurt this person either but I don't know a better way to show that I'm really not interested and that all I want is just to be friends. You can't force a person to like you and expect them to treat you like how you treat them. And so, being the coward, I chose to retreat in the comfort of my own cocoon. I can't take it if the person was just trying to be friends too and I took it the wrong way. If time could be turned backwards, I would have been more harsh in my actions and then maybe the person who've understood better. Maybe if I was more stern and not such a soft hearted person then I wouldn't have gotten waist deep in this but let's be realistic though, shall we? What is done is done.Nothing I can do to 'unhurt' this person's feelings and I'm sorry if I actually took it the wrong way. And I haven't really gotten over something this person did to me a while ago too. A few years back. The problem that drifted us apart. It all started from an innocent and harmless gesture that caused such huge problems. I almost lost myself because of that. I didn't want what happened to me when I was 11 to happen to me again when I was 16. It hurts to be betrayed by people you trust and people you love. Especially those you had to face every single day in school. Your so-called buddies. Just let time heal the wounds formed. Wrapping the wound up too hard will only cause it to bleed again. And waiting for the blood to clot and for the wound to start healing again takes up even more time and patience.
I also realise I'm a fool when it comes to analysing what people tell me. I actually believe what other people say. I try to think of the pros and cons of a situation but trust had me fooled. Ever had a feeling a person apologised to you just to get into the public's good books? Meaning they didn't actually apologise out of guilt but just to make themselves look good. I suppose I'm just saying all this because my heart is closed and I am very skeptical. I'm ever so grateful to have people who are willing to stick by me through thick and thin.
Ending on a lighter note, I'm going to do biomedical science. And the university is not in Wilayah Persekutuan Kuala Lumpur or Selangor but I'm not telling where is it for now. I might post up pictures of the place in my future posts though so for those who don't know where I'm studying at, all you have to do is just click the follow button at the top of this page, on your top left hand corner to be exact. This is like I'm promoting my blog or something. *laughs* I've been ti the place and even booked a room in a really nice house opposite a lake. And there is even a park opposite the house. The view is really pretty. And security is pretty good too. They use smart cards for the front doors of the house. The world we live in is such a high tech place right now.
Life is like an onion: You peel it off one layer at a time, and sometimes you weep.
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