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Tuesday, June 26, 2007

I just got to realize , how many unseen and unimaginable pain people are going through when they look supposedly fine and always smiling. What is worst that I've never expected their smiles to be feigned , that if by any rude wrong chance I may offend them and not sparing a thought for them. It's a sign of feeling guilty, that I wasn't considerate to people enough unless they clearly show a room for sympathy and concern. I hate to say this, but one person I knew who smiles and jokes and is real patient with everyone actually lost his parents at a young age. I never thought of these, I never imagined it to be behind his corny smiles and cheerful character.




It's just like in a working society. You may meet someone who is really a workaholic that everyone tells him " Hey , do you have to work so hard for money? " And that person can do is give you a gentle weak smile. But back at home, you never thought that he's working so hard to support his Dad whose movements are only limited to sitting on the wheelchair, let alone saying wheeling himself around. That's really a sad case. But that's not all. You go to a room, and you see his Mum lying down on bed, gasping for another breath with her hand stretched out to her son mumbling in Hokkien, " You are back... sorry I can't cook anything for you... "





Not only in the working space, but anywhere and anyone. This will be a lesson for me from now. To read beyond people's facades by their smiles. To try to understand and show care and consideration for others.



Since you left me dead laid here ;
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