And this is what was found in his diary:
God, I promise I will never waste my food no matter how bad it can
taste and how full I may be. I pray that He will protect this little
boy, guide and deliver him away from his misery. I pray that we will be
more sensitive towards the world around us and not be blinded by our
own selfish nature and interests.
hope this picture will always serve as a reminder to us that how
fortunate we are and that we must never ever take things for granted.”
My reply to Alex went like this
Alex my dear,
THis is seriously
shocking. My heart sank and I almost cried soon after I looked at the
picture acknowledging that the photographer left without helping the
little child. My gosh… It tore my heart. I’ve received another email
with a few attached pictures showing a little boy carrying a dosser
that was even bigger than his body and kept falling down for not having
If only I could have more money… and I’ve gotta work for it…
The dream of being
a donor to those unfortunate and miserable children is still there,
somewhere, inside each of us. Keep fingers cross that once we can,
let’s do something for them and for us.
Thanks for sharing, Alex, love you…
I just can’t recall how many times I’ve said this…
“Children are the blessings from God”
My days were surrounded with terrible news about unfortunate or
abandoned children from all over the country and the world. My heart
sinks whenever I saw a begging child or those who go around to sell
lottery tickets. It hurts but sometimes, I’ve gotta turn my cold face
and say “NO” even though deep down, I so much want to buy to help them.
But I know, one will come after the other one leaves. Yes, it’s always
hard to say “NO”.
Reading a series of journals about abandoned infant children, I
couldn’t help but having my heart rent. Children are born out of
adults’ or teenagers’ mistakes. How could they? Seriously, how could
they just simply have some physical pleasures, then abandon their
unwanted children and blame it for their innocence? Even though
sexuality education has been offered throughout the school syllabus,
why is it still happening?
Ironically, those who have less knowledge about sexuality like people
at my age or older have few sexual problems to deal with but those who
are acclaimed to be equiped with more sexual education are dipping
themselves in the unescapable mud.
If only the babies could talk when they are born…
It’s like rubbing salt to our torn hearts seeing those infants being
abandoned and we are just helpless in a sense or so. I’ve talked to my
mum about adopting a child a few months ago and right away, she bursted
out into fury and quicky swept me off by announcing, “If you are able
to live alone for the rest of your life, go ahead. For now, NOoooo….”
Something is wrong… Something is just wrong for all of us…
Again, as stated, I’m not going to give up my dream of being one of the
modest donor to those unfortunate children. Perhaps what I need, on a
second thought, what we need is just a reminder sometimes and the guts
of taking actions. Do it for them… and do it for us, too.