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15 May The meaning of Gratitude and AppreciationToday I am pretty exhausted because I spend some time teaching my little brother, and I realize, it is so hard to focus all my energy on my brother. I mean I have to sacrifices a lot and for that I know that to handle one child is hard enough, and to handle a classroom of children is even tougher. Although I am not feeling very well, I try very hard to hide it because I don’t want my parents to worry about me. I know I can take care of myself. While I was teaching, I realize it so exhausting to actually teach and make sure my brother is learning, and I agreed that it is impossible for me to do it alone. I need someone to help me, and of course I will be tired out if it all depends on me. Then again, I hope that while I was teaching my brother he give his fullest attention and put his heart at learning. I knew learning can be very routine and boring, but somehow that’s the price he needs to pay for success. Hard but I know it is possible. I so hope that it isn’t just depends on me, he have to make the effort too… “when the student is ready, the teacher will appear” I so hope that phrase holds some certain degrees of truth.
That’s all for what happen today. Let’s continue with my second story, this is the story that makes me realize the importance of parent love… I was almost close to tears when I heard it through my ears and heart.
A bowl of mee ( This is the second story) There was once a single mother and her daughter. The family was poor, and so the mother worked hard to give her best to the only daughter. At some point, the mother was very closed with her daughter, until the day the daughter grew up, reaches adolescent and have a her mind of her own. Well, it is normal for mother and daughter to argue because of the divergent opinions due to different life phases. And so one day, there happen to be a big argument between them.
Mother: So what, I raise you and you have to obey me. Daughter: Fine, you never try to reason with me. I am leaving now. Mother: GO ahead, if you DARE! Daughter: I WILL! Mother: If you dare step a foot outside the house, don’t expect to be coming in this home ever again! Daughter: Fine! I can live without you.
And so, the daughter leaves the house, and swears never to return. Unfortunely, she had no money with her and that it makes even harder to survive in the streets. She wandered along the neighborhood and town. She did not realize that it was approaching night, and she come across a night market. She was hungry, and she had no money to buy any food, she could only stare. She passed by a hawker who sold noodles. She felt so helpless, hungry, and tired. But there is nothing she can do, she would not beg for food. However, life is kind to us. The hawker uncle notices about her, and he offered a bowl of noodle.
Hawker: Hey little girl, what are you looking at, come here. If you are hungry, I prepare a bowl of noodle for you. Daughter: But I had no money with me, I can’t pay you. Hawker: Don’t worry. You don have to pay me. I treat you this time, you are my loyal customer. Here, one hot bowl of me. Eat now. Daughter: Thanks…
The daughter was so hungry, and she finished the bowl of noodles. Every single strand of noodles and the soup, the bowl was cleaned. Suddenly she cried: Hawker: Why are you crying? Daughter: I cried because I was overwhelmed and touched by your kindness, you never asked anything from me and offered me food when I need it. Thank you very much. Hawker: You cried because you are overwhelmed by just a bowl of mee. Well little girl, your mother has feed for so long, and did you ever felt overwhelmed and touched by it what she has given you.
At the spur of moment, the daughter realized her mistakes. She puts the chopsticks down and rush directly back to her home. She hugs her mother and apologized to her mother her mistakes.
Dear friends, I guess that’s the value of love. It is true that we take granted for what our parents have given us sometimes. Perhaps now is the time to appreciate every single thing that did for us. A bowl of mee can means so much to the daughter, and a single thank you can brings wonders of appreciation, gratitude, honor and love to the people around us. Let’s be grateful what they have given us. Honor. Gratitude. AppreciationFor the last few days I have spent my days with my ING family members. I was hesitated to go, because I know my heart was not there. However, I did go in the end because I know there is no way I can say no and I did it because of my love for my parents. I kept comforting myself and tell myself that I will learn something every time I attend a convention.
The theme of the convention is Honor, Gratitude and Appreciation, a loving theme for this year convention as well as in line with the week of Mother’s Day, the day for appreciation for mothers and fathers love.
The first person or so the speakers for the convention is a monk from Taiwan, he is Reverand Hui Hai. I learn three important lessons from him that will change my life as well as others who I had the chance to share this stories with.
Firstly was the story of an egg: In temple, the adult monks strive to teach the young the value of a life. These adults had figure out the way to depart this important lesson to the young, and so they come out with the idea of an egg. They call all the young to gather together and they give each of the young monks an egg. They need to take careful care of the egg, and that the end of the 3 days, the egg is still in it good shape. They were given a waist band that is specially made to contain the egg. For all 3 days they need to tied the waist band to their waist and carry the egg on their waist just like how our mothers have carried us in their stomach for 9 full months. So the lesson started, the male young monks always carried the waist band away from their stomach when they are doing rough activities, and so the elder monk that the only way to learn is to let the waist band stick near to the stomach, and they need to do their best to take the utmost care for the egg. And so, the male monks try very hard to does that. At the end of the 3 days, each of the young monks to take out the egg from the container and showed it to the elders. Unfortunately, some of the young male monks have broken the egg. They cried and asked for a second chance. However the monk said: I am sorry; but there is no second chance in life. Life cannot be given, once it is gone, it is the end. The little monks cried for a few days, and so the elders decide to give them another chance to carry the egg. Again, they still broke the egg. Subsequently the elders’ monk found out that, female are better in taking care of the egg, none of the female young nuns broke the egg. They believe the females have the inborn ability to care for babies and so they have no problem carrying the egg. But yet, the some male monks broke the eggs, although they are not careful, the find out that male monks are very passionate over the egg, because they cried for a few days for their inability to care for the egg. And so the lesson I learnt was that Life is just once. Life cannot be given. Life is valuable. And that our mothers have worked so hard to keep us alive with the utmost care and attention not to hurt us. And that nine months labour is not comparable to what the material things we can give to them. We can only to remember to honor, and showed appreciation for their sacrifice and be gratitude always for those who had helped us.
With that, I end my blog today, I will write the other 2 stories later. Keep waiting. Happy Mother’s Day to all mothers and I love you all.
If you all see this blog, please tell on behalf of me, tell your mother and my mothers that I love them and I thank them with all my heart. |
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