Saturday, June 26, 2010

what?

I've learnt a very important lesson today, to treasure whatever I have and be thankful for it.
this afternoon, me and mom went to visit a poor lady, her husband left her without a cent with an unborn child who is due next month and three other sick children.
she earns less than RM200 per month, her rental is already RM150, what's left is all she has.
not to mention she has to pay for the water, electricity bills.
it was just heartaching to see them like that.
by doing the wires, well that's her job.
for every 1000, she only earns RM9 for it.
but for a pregnant lady, how much can she do? as much as she pushes herself to.
we brought a box of instant mee, two tins of biscuits, some clothes and milo for them.
plus some tid-bits for her children.
when I handed the kids those tid-bits, to see them so happy to receive a simple packet of tid-bits, it was so pityful, I wanted to cry.
how hard it is for them, to live like this.
the least I could help is to help them feel like how a child should feel again.
I meant, what's childhood when you don't get tasty snacks?
the house was small and empty.
their clothes on the rack, the amount of clothes they had were about less than a quarter of the amount of clothes in my closet.
it made me realized how blessed I was, to have a comfortable home, with sufficient food, the warmness of a family.
it broke my heart to see the children, not having their father around and having to see their mother suffer while they sat there, helpless.
their mother is a tough woman, despite everything, she stayed strong.
I was looking through their home, they didn't have any eggs,oil or rice.
they ate a mixed batter of flour, sugar and water, fried and ate with dal.

I was merely shocked, my heart shattered.
to think of the things they're going through, is unbearable.
if I knew them, I wish I could give them the warmest hug, to tell them that everything's gonna be okay and that God will supply all their needs.

I know God will help them, I believe that.

&&seeyouagain

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