Waiting for that Most Beautiful Patch of the Oceans

Waiting on, that PERFECT moment to take that shot!!!  Translated…

In the photography competition back in 2017, the PX3 Paris, the photo titled, “Glossy Waves” that I took of Hualien’s coastlines won an award, later, the photo became a lead of me, introducing the world to the oceans of Taiwan.  And, in this year’s research trips, I’d, encountered a similar sight.

On the surfaces of the oceans, what does it remind you of?  As we set sail in the oceans, the density of the ocean water, the plankton, the direction to which the current was going toward, the temperature, the wind, along with other forms of, variables, it’d usually give the oceans a different face, became a huge jigsaw, put together, into the oceans that we know right now.

the photo the writer took, of the surface of the ocean he was sailing across, courtesy of UDN.com

From before I’d, mentioned, how the coastlines of Hualien-Taidong in the summers, there would be the mirror-like smooth surfaces, but, for it to have the gentle waves of this photo I’d shot, other than having the special conditions as base, there are the other requirements needed too.

Like how in nature, there would be, rarely, any instance where this rhythmic, orderly, and condensed waves appeared like so, this is from the ship, sailing at a certain speed, with the combinations of the motors turning, along with the parts of the oceans the ship is sailing in, the final results—sounds easy, isn’t it?  Actually, this is, total LUCK, as the propeller speed matches to the tempos of the ocean.  But, even as we’d encountered such a precise moment, there’s NO way we can ask the captain of our ship, to steer the ship in circles around the areas continually…we’d, totally get the eye rolls………

And so, as I’d heard the engine run, and carelessly, gazed toward the motor, at the stern, finding that rare wave, I’d, immediately, go into, photo mode; through the window screen on my camera, I’d, searched for that rhythm, with that density, the frame, where the waves weren’t, crushed up.

In a trip in August, my shipmate, Guan-Rong also, picked up his camera, as he’d clicked his shutters, he’d told me, “Do you want to take another so we can, compete?”, as I clicked my shutters, I’d replied, laughing “I don’t want to do it, but, who knows, when the next perfect moment will come?”, and, it’s because, this belief of next time will be better, nobody can say, when the next moment of beauty will, come to us.

And so, this, is a whole lot like, life, you don’t know what’s up ahead, and you can, only, hold that camera still, ready, to take the shots, and if it comes out pretty, then, it comes out, pretty, and if it doesn’t, there’s, NOTHING you can do, but to, just hit the delete button, and hope that another moment of beauty will be yours, to encounter soon…

The Moments in Waiting

Sometimes, we needed, a small reminder, from someone else, to point out, just how, blessed we actually are, translated…

A couple of years ago, my husband started learning the skills of photography, so every time when we’d gone travel, he’d not minded how heavy the camera, the lenses are, and hauled them along.  Other than capturing the beauties in nature, he’d also, take photos of me too.

He had, captured me, there’s that, unique sort of a flair of me in those photos he’d taken of me.  But I still, wasn’t, satisfied enough, because he’d, taken too long to take the photos, I’d, stood at where he’d pointed, posed, elegantly, flashed my radiant smile, but, he’d not clicked that shutter right away, he’d, adjusted this and that, and so, I became, frozen, in my smiles.  Sometimes, there would be the trekkers passing us, and that made me feel, even more, awkward, and I couldn’t, hold the poses anymore.

like, this???photo found online

Once we’d gone out with a tour group, there’s a female tourist who’d, always, wandered close to my husband as he worked on the camera, turned out, she was, looking at my husband’s shots, she’d told me in a heartfelt manner, “you’re so lucky, with your own specialized photographer, he’d stayed focused, adjusting the lenses, just to, capture you at your, prettiest moment.”

I’d suddenly come to understand then, that I’m, more than blessed!  What I took for granted, something that’s, ordinary to me, is something that others envied, then, I shall be, most gracious toward my husband then!  Now, as he’d, adjusted the angle, the shutter speeds, and everything else, ‘d, waited patiently, and not nagged him, and, used my soothing tone of voice, to tell him, to take his time.

I’d felt, that the time I had to wait from before, had been, very long, how I’d, needed to, stand awkwardly, and now, with that switch in my own thoughts, it’d, stopped, making me anxious.  I’d now, gazed upon him quietly, as he focused, with that smile from the inside of my heart.  And, as he’d called out to me, “ready for your picture?”, I’d, flashed, my happiest, smile toward him.

And so, this woman needed a reminder, of how blessed she was, to have a husband who’d, taken the time, to adjust the cameras so she could turn out pretty in the photos, from a fellow traveling companion, and, after the female tourist from her group pointed that out to her, she’d, started to, appreciate her husband, and not hurried him anymore.

Maintain the Dignities of Police Officers, Don’t Treat the Police Officers as Tools

From the Front Page Sections, on how the police officers working hard are getting taken for granted here, translated…

As I’d turned on the T.V. or flipped open the pages of the newspapers, the news on public safety took up the pages. It showed, how valued the police are, how their work is too important to dismiss, they’re, a source of support, giving that sense of safety to the communities. Returning to the years before, as the parties took control of the country, did they, provide the needed dignities to the police officers who are, working hard in their duties every single day? The answer is: NO! I’d tried to examine this problem from various angles.

an officer, hard at work, photo found online

First, there’s, the low status of the police agencies, it should be elevated to the head of police forces, the head of the office should be, assigned and appointed official. The Department of Police is an organization of public safety, but, it’s, only a level three unit. The police forces are just as huge in operations compared to the navy, and the air force. But, as the Department of Defense changed the systems of operations, the head of the police only has the ranking of admiral (appointed). The police forces managed by the head of the Department of Chief of Police, along with the heavy workload to keep the peace of society, the head of the chief of police is only fourteenth in ranking. The head of Defense, the head of navy, air force, and army, are all appointed, if the Department of Defense can do it like that, why can the office of internal affairs too?

Secondly, there’s the imbalance of status of the internal offices. The government organizations set up the smaller units, and, the number of the workers ranged from the thousands to ten thousands, but they’re, on equal basis with the Police Department, this is too unreasonable. The Department of Police Forces became like a giant monster in the system. But, do any of the politicians care about this?

And, the rest of this article listed out the lacking in the provisions of the government’s doing to care for its workers in the police forces, and the writer is, absolutely right, because if a country can’t even treat its first-line-of-defense workers with dignity, then, how can this country becoming strong? The reform needs to start from the bottom, up!

As the Long Night is Winding Down, on Finding Closure to the Past

Still couldn’t find it in her heart, to forgive her own mother, for walking out on her and her father and her younger sister, NOT even, after her father dies, translated…

Ji isn’t my older sister, she’s, my mother, and she’s, only sixteen years older than I am.

As my father approached forty, his dreams of going back to China went bust, and, his dreams of marrying a woman from Hangzhou can only come true in the next life, he’d, asked the matchmakers, to help him find a mate. My mother’s family was living in poverty, her only eldest brother didn’t have the money for dowry for marriage, and, for the sake of $50,000N.T. in dowry payments, my grandfather married my mother off to my father, and, my mother ended up, married, to a man, twenty-three years her senior, who’s from China.

It’s the trend of women being younger than the husbands in the army retirement villages, and, what’s different was the age differences of, being so much older, and just a little older. Since I could remember, my father was the one who’d, spoiled us all, while my mother disciplined us one by one, with that stick. After my mother came home from work, prepared supper, she’d, dressed up, and headed out, leaving the two of us, sisters alone, to eat our suppers, and work on our, homework assignments, and after my dad comes home from working his overtime, my mother had, yet to return. And, during those childhood nights, I had, NO clue where she’d gone, only knew, of how my dad sighed underneath the lamp in his chair at home.

As I’d finally understood, how my parents, weren’t getting along well, my mother left her family, to find her love, the colorful world outside, was calling to her loudly, more attractive to her, made her left the three of us, her husband, and her children, she’d, never looked back. And, the three of us, father and daughters, living on our own, lasted until I’d graduated college.

One day after work when I arrived home, my dad told me, “your mother called, said she wanted to come back, do you want her to?”, I’d felt my insides turned, she’d, finally remembered us, is she getting old, or, is she, ill? “Dad, I am fine either way, you decide.”, then, a week later, a middle aged woman, with her hair white, looking, a bit, plump, was waiting for me in the living room.

It’d felt weird, that there’s, one extra person, in our original, world of three, she’s my mother, and yet, she was, more of a stranger to me, compared to our neighbor, Mrs. Chu, and I couldn’t, manage out, a “mom!” to greet her, the outside world saw us as a family, and yet, inside our home, the temperatures dropped to, below freezing, she’d, tried to suck up to us, but, you can’t, make up for over a decade of blanks in a few short days, and, we’d, lived our days as such.

illustration from UDN.com

I can tell, she’s, really afraid of me, but so what? She’s the one, who’d, abandoned me. And, as my father, and younger sister, slowly, accepted her, my younger sister married, had her children, my mother took care of my younger sister’s children until they’re, out of elementary school years, like it was, a way, of making up for missing out on our, childhoods. Dad is older now, she’d, taken care of him like she’s, his daughter, bathed him, fed him his meals, as well as his meds too.

And, my father died, from years of battling his physical ailments, and now, we sat, around a square table, folding the offering lotuses, with the Buddhist chants playing in our ears, the photograph of my father was of him, young and handsome, in his army uniform, selected, by her.

After she’d, folded 108 lotuses, I’d, patted her shoulders, told her, “Mom, you go upstairs to rest, I’ll finish the rest with younger sister. She was surprised, turned her head, looked at me, with her eyes, turning red, said, in a barely audible voice, “Thank you.” as the smokes started to rise in the air, I’d, stared into my father’s photo, mumbled to myself, “Happy now, you old man!”

And so, this, is not true forgiveness that this woman showed her mother, it’s, only, to give her father his final wishes, and besides, you don’t forgive someone, who’d, walked out of your lives, and waltzes back in, even IF your other parent is, okay with it, after all, she was, the one who’d, abandoned you and your sister when you were too young, and, you just, can’t forgive her yet!

The Process of Homeschooling My Daughter, on Parenting

What this young woman learned, in her homeschooling process, translated…

After my daughter’s year of study abroad paid for by the organizations to Japan, she’d, decided to learn on her own again.

The very first time that she was homeschooled, was in the sixth grade year.  Since she’d entered into the higher grades of elementary school, she’d had an uneasy time learning, she’d started, floating and sinking in being buried alive in the endless homework assignments, and the tests and quizzes at school, that smile had, left her face, and, she’d become, so lethargic every day.

And so, I’d started thinking, what I can, do for my own young? Are there, any other options?  Because all of what’s happened to her, had drifted too far from how I wanted her to enjoy learning.  I’d started thinking of how difficult a time I too had, when I was in my primary years, and I’d not wanted ot see my daughter, walk in those footsteps of mine too.

And after I’d discussed it long and hard with my husband, we’d decided, to apply for the “experimental education outside of the schools”, the process of “homeschooling”.  This was a system of learning that doesn’t involve being enrolled in school, relying solely on the family and the soceity’s resources, it’d, matched up to our views of self-taught methods.  I’d chosen, to temporarily leave my work, to focus on accompanying my own daughter, hoping, that through helping her with the self-discovery process, she can find out where her areas of interests are, and find a path that suits her the best.

illustration from the papers online…how the tree of learning is growing bigger by the day for her daughter…

And after we’d thought things through very thoroughly, I thought we were, more than prepared, and yet, as we’d started the process, we’d found, it wasn’t, as easy as we’d, imagined it to be, we’d had to, pour in so much of our attentions and everything, other than setting up the lesson plans ourselves, we’d needed to, evaluate our own, teaching methods, to prevent the lack of the wills to learn on her own.  And all of these challenges, landed on the parents and children themselves, there were, a ton of pressures as we’d started, the homeschooling process.  Especially we didn’t have the supports from any organizations that taught us how to homeschool the children, at the very beginning of this process, it truly was, quite hard, but, we’d, tackled each and every obstacle that came our ways.  After all, in order to have the freedoms in learning, we’d needed to, put up the same amount of effort.

Thinking back to those days of homeschooling, of teaching our daughter ourselves, it surely, wasn’t easy, but, it’d felt, sweetened, because we’d noted, how what we’d gained, was way more than what we would expect, my daughter still remembered those days, and enjoyed remembering her homeschooling process.

What’s worth mentioning was, we’d, gone to visit all the tourist factory attractions, and finished up a volume of maps based off of these tours; we’d taken the encyclopedias of birds and insects, walked around the trails close to our home, and, identified all the insects, the birds, the plants, the flowers we’d, encountered, and, we’d, worked hard, sketching out everything that we saw.  And, my daughter found more time, to play music too, and when she’d wanted to read, she’d, spent her whole afternoon at the Poli-Sci University bookshops, and, swimming in the volumes was, something that gave her the pleasures, keeping her satisfied.  And all of this, happened in the stress free environment of homeschooling, the self-learning processes.

We have no idea of knowing, if these seeds that were, sown during her homeschooling years will sprout and grow big and tall, and all we can do, is to just, wait and accompany our own child as she grows.

Later, my daughter fell in love with Japanese, and, that seed of language slowly,, sprouted, the starting point was how she’d, wanted to understand the conversations of the Japanese cartoons.  She’d found the online teaching videos to learn Japanese herself, showed that strong motivation for learning.  At this time, I’d become, the provider to her, gave her an environment to learn Japanese better, I’d, found a Japanese speaking instructor to give her one-on-one lessons, and, surely enough, she’d improved on her skills, and later, she’d, gone toward studying Japanese.

By the time she was in her first year of high school, she’d, already, passed the Japanese Level 1 qualification exams, and she’d, gained the scholarship from the Taiwanese-Japanese Foundation, and received a year of studying abroad in Japan.  The seeds she’d planted, had grown into a huge Japanese tree now.  In her time in Japan, she’d become, certain of the direction to which she wanted to study, and, she’d filed for homeschooling herself, to finish up her final two years of high school, learning on her own at home.

The difference compared to from before was, this time, she’d taken charge, set up her own learning plans, and set up all the books she’d brought back from Japan as a part of her learning.  She’d transformed into an adult, it seemed, followed her own dreams, step, by step, she’d, no longer need us, to worry over her now.

She’s still learning on her own right now, and, what kind of a flower, fruit, will this Japanese tree she’d, planted have, we are both, waiting to see.  Actually, humans ARE like plants, in the right place, both will grow up naturally, and well, the best method of educating a child, is what fitted the child’s learning style the best, because, the right places will be filled, with a ton of positive energies, and every child shall, find her/his own separate piece of sky to soar under.

From accompanying my daughter in her homeschooling process, I saw how happy and fulfilled she’d become, because she’s learning for her self, she has the key to learn, became her own master, and, interests are, the best source of motivation, it’d, given her a ton of energies, and it’s, what drives her onward.

Just like in her own lesson plans she’d written: “I want to chase my own dreams!”, she’d become, this brave soul that’s going, after her dreams now, and, as her parents, we will, always be her cheerleaders!

And so, in this case, the parents take a backseat to this young woman’s process of learning, because this young woman set up a goal for herself, and, she’s, found ways, to tackle everything, to get herself to where she wants to be, and, it’s all because of her parents’ open mind, to let her learn on her own, to NOT push her to study in school, inside the four-walls of the classroom, bombarded by the exams and the grades, and, this young woman, through her own homeschooling experience, learned to find her own areas of interests, and she’s now, well on her way, to having a bright future.

I Don’t Have the Time to Age, the Growth of a Woman

On positive aging, how to age actively, and gracefully, the experience of a woman, translated…

I’d, hired my friends whom I hadn’t seen a long time to teach my students to write, as they saw me, she kept feeding me the juices, “You don’t look a year older than we remembered!”  They’d not seen me older, instead, they’d, given me that boost, and so, I’d, played along, and replied back, “I don’t have the time to age”, and, it’d, become the motto the elderly generations used, to encourage one another.

Anyone would love getting commented on how young one appeared, especially the women, we’d get uncomfortable being referred to as “big sister”, “auntie”, and, knowing how to “take the years off” when you see someone, it’d become, a must-know of interaction.  And yet, not knowing how to use the “language makeup methods”, as I’d received a compliment like that, I’d always said, “Stop it, the age can’t and won’t lie, who doesn’t age!”, without knowing, that the moment that these truths popped out, it’d, caused that awkwardness.

The above scenario kept replaying repeatedly in my life, and I’d thought, “isn’t there a line, that can, please everybody, that will, offer everybody who hears the encouragements one needed?”

In the Olympic in Rio in 2016, the gymnast, Oksana from Uzbekistan had competed for the seventh time, she’d started as a teenager, to now, she’s in her menopause years, she’d lost her flair now, the years found a place to stay on her skins, and her face too, in the group of younger competitors, she’d, seemed, out of place.  The reporters asked why she kept on, competing, she’d only smiled and replied, “My son still hadn’t recovered from his illness yet, how can I grow old now?”  such a classic, her words!  Turned out, that when her son was three, he was diagnosed with leukemia, in order to get the money needed for his treatments, she can only compete and win the medals, to get the money she’d needed, to help her own son recover.

illustration from UDN.com

Other than feeling moved by her words, I’d felt, “isn’t my beliefs about life exactly like hers too?”  Retirement should NOT be a cadence of life, instead, I can, work on what I loved, writing, to help this garden I’d, started planting, thirty, forty years ago to keep on growing.  And so, I’d, taken along a group of my students, to start working on their skills at home, after a year and a half, they’re finally, soaring high, going toward, that endless sky now; at the same time, I’d also, shouldered up the literature camps that I took on when I was a teacher, spent time to grade their weird and wacky thoughts, to guide the students on the way to writing, I’d, immersed myself in proofreading, revising, not knowing how fast the time passes, and, the days turned into nights, and nights, into the days too quickly for me.

The mindset of Confucius to which he took to doing research had caused him to “forget to eat, to forget about worrying, because he’s enjoying what he was, doing”, I can’t even tell, that I’d, grown old.  From this, you can see, that when you are enjoying what you’re doing, you will, find endless fun, to NOT get bogged down by those miniscule matters, and so, how would I find the time to worry about aging?  In my belief, there’s NO issue of growing older in the bottom half of life, but, whether or not, you’re, willing to, take out all the treasures you’d, already acquired from life.  I hope, that “I don’t have the time to grow older” will become, a brand new door that opens up a whole new world for the elderly out in the world today.

And so, this, is how you can, slow down the effects of the process of aging, by doing what you love, by keeping your minds active, engaged, and, giving back to the community and the world, and find something you enjoy doing, and just, do it, live every day actively, to its, fullest potentials, that, is how you will, stay young forever!

Being Able-Bodied as an Elderly Person IS a Blessing in Itself

A blessing, but at first, she didn’t see it that way, until, her daughter and granddaughter convinced her, otherwise, translated…

My mother is past eighty years of age, her being elderly, plus the hard labor for work she’d done when she was younger, it’d, made her ached all over.  And my father is over ninety already, my younger brother who’d lived with them worked hard, and is unmarried, and so, for the daily needs of shopping for groceries, laundry, the meals, and going to the doctors, all of these, daily things, landed on my mother alone.  And so, she’d complained from time to time, that at her age, others would have their daughters-in-law, or a foreign hired help to help her out, but she’d getting elderly now, and still needed to work around the house all by herself, she’d been, overcome with “ill fortune” in this lifetime.  But, love can’t be forced, and, my parents don’t qualify for hiring a foreign help, and, although as their daughter, I’d felt my mother’s sorrows, there was, nothing I can do, but to listen to her pour her heart out, and accompany by her side.

Actually, the neighbors or relatives whom my mother deemed to be “blessed” in recent years, had become demented, or bedridden, and some of whom had, died.  And so, I keep on believing, that although my mother is elderly, she’s still very sharp and able-bodied, it has to do with how she’d moved her hands and legs, gone out to shop for groceries, and prepared the meals by herself.  And every time I’d told her this, she’d always said to me sorrowfully, “you wouldn’t understand the trials of my life!”

I’d read an article awhile ago, the writer’s mother is also past eighty years of age, and she’d wrecked her mind, to come up with the menus for the day, made the meals herself, used her brain and hands together by the day, and, she’d, lost the risk factors for dementia.  I’d immediately shared this article with my mother, and, as she’d learned that someone was as ill-fated as she was, she’d become, interested, and, had me read the article to her!  The article even had a photo of the writer’s mother cooking attached, and, my mother, who’s a very good cook, immediately started studying the dishes on the tables.

illustration from the papers

I’d joked and told her, “Mom, you can go make a feast, and I’ll, photograph it for you, and send it in as an admission to the papers too!”, she’d flashed her shy smile said, “no!  I’m shy!” but a bit later, she’d inquired, “When will you come back to take the photo?  What should I make?”, and, my daughter, laughed until I couldn’t stand up straight, said, “there are so many dishes that grandma makes so well, you may need TWO dinner tables to put them all on!”, I’d commended my mother, on how she was able to do so many things on her own at her age, “You are, truly, strong and amazing!”, as she’d heard our praises, my mother started smiling, so very, radiantly then.

I’d taken the advantage, consoled with her, as Taiwan marched into an older society, with the reduced birthrate, there are, more and more elderly who’d cooked their own meals.  My mother’s cooking is very tasty, and it’d, gained the accolades, perhaps, she should develop a tasty menu, that way, she’d keep dementia away, and on the other hand, it’d, satisfied her children and grandchildren’s taste buds too, she can turn her own life around, with the change of a thought.  My daughter hollered out hooray, my mother chuckled, “Yeah, you are all, gluttons!”

Seeing how my mother with her head of silvery hair going into the kitchens with my daughter, they’d started discussing to either “steam or fry the fish?  How to do the vegetable?” it’d dawned on me, that having a long time IS a blessing, but, in this era where there are so many elderly people in the communities, you’d needed to, make yourselves “shine” out, and that, would then truly be, a blessing!

And so, the mother felt that she’d been tried, that she couldn’t rest even as an elderly, but her daughter and granddaughter gave her an alternative perspective, and, the elderly woman realized, that being elderly and still capable, doing everything on her own, IS a blessing, and it is!

There’s No Other Ways to Educate, Only Love

Commentaries, off of the Front Page Sections, translated…

Every year around the birthday of Confucius, I’d always, introspected on myself: did I, fulfill the responsibilities of being someone’s teacher?

Reason why I’d, introspected this was because in recent years, there’d been incidences of the parents accusing the teachers of abusing their young, from the kindergarten, preschool years, to the elementary, even in the special education schools too, it’s outrageous, that instructors would, abuse the special needs children!  It was really, stressing to see the news report footages on T.V., and I can’t help but wondered, are they teachers, for real?  It’s a wonder, teachers are no longer, a respected profession like it used to be.

I have taught for fifteen years on end at a special needs school with the children with polio and cerebral palsy, being trained in special education, I’d used my patience, my compassion, and my faith to treat the students, to help them know, that even though they’re, physically handicapped, but they’re not mentally, emotionally, or psychologically handicapped too, to help them find a sky of their own.  As I worked in the regular elementary school, even as the children became naughty, I’d used tricks, and lures, to help them change their bad behaviors.

I’m sure that every school teacher knows this, the Friedrich Frobel’s way, “there’s no other way to educate, but through love and example”, on the day of Confucius’s birth, I want to share this, in order for the public to show more respect to the educators, we must, respect ourselves first!

Because there’d been so many case of abuse and what not from the teachers, that, is why the teaching profession was no longer respected like it used to be, and besides, the students are more evolved, compared to generations before, because children are smarter by the generations, and if you still employed the methods you were educated with, then, it surely as hell would NOT work on this current generations of children, you DO realize that, don’t you???

 

 

 

 

Why We Don’t Go to Each Other’s Reunions

How they’d, interacted in marriage, when it comes to the reunions, translated…

The motto from back when was, “So long as I like it”, “Youth is never leaving anything blank”, holding on too tightly, to this bird of my youth—never turning back, everybody in my class called me—the bad girl!

Although I went to an all-girls’ school, there was no boy to look at us, I’d still needed to shorten the length of my skirt, to make my shirt fit to my body too tight, and wore those socks that weren’t allowed by the school.  Although, there weren’t any good looking boys in my school, there were, however, a ton outside, karaoke, dances, socials, riding out at night………I’d, never missed anything that young people enjoyed.

Getting called into the principal’s office, getting screamed at by the disciplinary officials at school, given warning, being written up, it’d still, not changed me, I’d still, skipped school to see the movies with my backpack on, although I’d, played real hard, I’d understood, that I’d needed to, keep my grades in the top three, that way, my dad would only, yap at me, and wouldn’t, ground me, I still, followed the rules, mostly.

My temperament took a huge turn as I’d started working, “gentle, kind, courteous” became my protective coloration, and I was known for my flair, and, my high school classmates jokingly called me a member of the “scam artist rings”, that I’d, tricked my handsome husband to marry me.

My husband who was twelve years older than I am, was also, quite a player when he was younger too.  He’d fallen in love with an older schoolmate back in high school, but she’d, cheated on him, his girlfriend from college started dating someone while when he went away to serve in the armed service, the girlfriend he’d found at work, married the second generation of his company, he always fell in love with the wrong women, kept someone else’s wife, but thankfully, I knew that he was something special, gave him a warm home.

You’d not taken part in my past, and, there’s, no need, for you, to understand that much about my past, and, there’s, no need, for me, to brag about my wild days, but, there would be, those gossipers that yapped at the reunions, and it can easily, cause a revolution.  Besides, I’m, very calculating, I couldn’t, hear my husband tell me of his exes, or his former lovers either, and besides, the sources told me, that all his exes were, very beautiful, and, there’s no way I was ever going to, tolerate that, why would I make troubles for myself?  So, naturally, we’d, gone to our separate class reunions, singly!

And so, because they knew of one another’s ways, how they both had a colorful history of romances, that, is why, to prevent each other from getting angry, they’d, kept all of their past loves, to themselves.

The Man in D208, the Principal in the Wheelchair Wrote a Book on Overcoming the Obstacles of His Own Life

Using his life, to inspire others, what this man had done, from the Newspapers, translated…

The retired principal, Chang-Chi Wu from Jiang-Tsuei Elementary School, although diagnosed with Parkinson’s, and became immobilized because of a car wreck, he’d still, kept at his post in school, and, he’d filed for early retirement, at the prime of his life, at the age of fifty this year, and, wrote about his experience of working hard, climbing the ladder, into the book “The man in Room D208”, to encourage the students to overcome the trials in their lives too.

Wu said, that he’d worked as an educator for thirty years in the city of Hsinbei, that he’d not wanted to leave. He believed, that education is the business of helping people, as the students were troubled, he could help them find that spark to overcome the difficulties in their separate lives, but, the diagnosis of his Parkinson’s Disease had, severely impacted the quality of his life, plus he’d become, paralyzed after his car accident, he’d not feel right, troubling those around him, he’d, decided to retire.

Wu said, he grew up in a poverty stricken background, didn’t have the resources to take up any extra talents, and so, he’d, put all his energies into his studies. He hoped that all of the students can respect her/his own worth, that was what drove him to write his own biography.

the man, with his published book, photo from online…

He was diagnosed with an illness, and so, he’d focused even more on the students from the poverty stricken homes, to fight for the funding for their talent courses, and encouraged the students to take as many talent classes as they possibly can.

During the time he’d worked in the Clouds Elementary School in Shijr, he’d turned the school into the “princess that Cinderella was always meant to become”, the broken structures of the school were replaced, one by one, he’d, made the school into a comfortable place the students go to study in, and, after school and in-between classes, the students loved shooting hoops in the courts, and there were also the full-scale afterschool programs set up, so the parents can pick their young up after their work, and, the parents stopped sending their kids to the city of Taipei for school.

He’d once counseled a special needs student, he thought the student was a bad seed, then, he’d turned, to find the source of the student’s bad behaviors, and set up the plans, to help the student improve in his studies, “He’d taught me a lot of things.” Wu said, that there’s, great demands made on education by the society, and the parents all looked closely to the school teachers for it, hoping, that the instructors don’t back down, to have the passions, to do things to help the students be better, “Don’t give up so easily, you won’t achieve all of your goals”.

his newbook, sharing it with his teaching staff…photo from online…

So, this man had, set a good example for the students, using his own life as a good example, showed them that they’re able to overcome whatever difficulties in their lives, so long as they study hard, and work hard, and just keep on improving oneself.

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