Yesterday, when Sze, Grace, Francis and I were supposed to be doing assignment, we got really off-track and we were exhanging horror stories that happened in college. You know, like those ghost stories that apparently were true and had happened. The funny thing was, they did hear the same stories of different version. I guess, in a way, each was modified at different colleges.
I remembered in the 2nd semester of my first year, I was involved in lotsa practices and all so that meant that I only reach college late at night. Everytime I walk that lonely stairs and corridor, I will look at my watch to see the time. Sometimes if it was 12 midnight, my mind will be wandering and wondering if there was anything around. They say that apparently the block that I lived in has the most you-know-what. BUT, I always felt that assurance. Everytime I walk that lonely, quiet corridor, I felt that I know God is with me and nothing could happen. I also remember praying and asking God to sanctify my room during orientation. I can easily get scared lah actually. I am afraid of these kinda things. Anyhow, God has always been there to assure me that everything is okay and that HE WAS GREATER THAN ANYTHING THAT MAKES ME SCARED. Seriously. That’s why, even though people tell me things about my room, I was not afraid of anything. My roommates told me that they saw something wrong with my room. HOWEVER, I know that my GOD is GREATER. Seriously, for someone who easily gets scared like me, I felt very calm and peaceful when I lived there. Well, that’s because I know that Jesus lives in me and He will take care of me.
I’ve volunteered myself at the Disabled Students’ Society at UM. I waited a year before I actually filled in the form last year. I remember my senior Tien Hong - he is visually challenged - he gave me the form when I was a junior, when we had to get all the seniors’ signatures. I hesitated joining, wasn’t sure about it and I probably didn’t have that passion to help them out. So I didn’t return the form. But later on, I don’t how when or how, I got to know them better and only when I left 7th college that I felt that I could do something for them. (Most of them live in my ex-college). Today was kinda the first time I worked with them taking care of their stall and helping them sell things. If you wanna know what it means to help one another, to bear one another’s burden, to walk hand-in-hand, then learn from them.
I remember during the PKV leaders’ retreat, Joshua conducted the team building session. Teams of 5 had to have their members so-called “disabled”. Some had to be blindfolded, some can’t use their hands, one mute and etc… I remember I had my hands tied and I wasn’t allowed to use them. So what I could do was to lead those who couldn’t see. I remember being very careful, making sure I told her how many steps there were, what were the noises about, whether there were oncoming cars, and today, I really led a person who has never seen with her eyes her whole life. I held her hand and I could feel that she was really happy. She didn’t not unfold her stick and she only wanted to hold my hand. It’s like, you know, how you hold your friends’ hands when you were in primary school. I think, my new found friends really treasure people who are willing to spend time with them. One guy was even saying that no girl would ever want him. You could just feel how they feel, that they really don’t think people out there are all that loving and accepting.
I’m always inspired by Aunty Swee Lan, a social worker at United Voice. I admire her heart for the people who aren’t considered normal like us. Her love for them is so unconditional, you could just be in awe.
God, I am willing. Please show me how I can show the people around me that You love them….
