The real trip to the ORPHANAGE

This was my first trip in an orphanage. It was an orphanage in Ho Chi Minh city, at 7p.m. I accompanied some of my Singaporean friends when they were on their tour in Vietnam.

“7 o’clock!” I looked at my watch.

“Ni hao!” a kid smiled at me.

Then words such as “Hello!”, “Hi!”, “Xin chao!” bombarded the air from a group of other boys behind him. They thought I was foreigner, a Singaporean. There were about 40 of them when I looked around. I even spotted a tiny kid who aged about 3 or 4. He could not run but walk slowly and speak separate and indistinct words. The oldest was in grade 12 (equal to JC2 in Singapore) because I recognized he wore a 12^th-grade badge on his shirt. Nearly half of them wore school uniform to greet us, except the very small kids.

The boys looked smart, bright and happy. They greeted us by smiles and warmth as if we were angels who could make any of their dreams come true. We entered the house in a round of applause and could not sit down as the kids surrounded us, forming a circle of people.

A bell was rang by the master and a total silence soon came after that.

“Assemble!” a boy whispered to me in English.

The master soon spoke some greetings on the behalf of the orphanage and all the boys. The performances awaiting us that he later mentioned in his speech made me amazed, thrilled and feel like a VIP. This orphanage was a boy’s so we could see no girls around. As the girl’s dancing part came, small boys wearing girl’s clothes came out. Though they were not as professional and skillful, they were smart and could get all the movements and postures correct, drawing the picture of a countryside Vietnam in front of us. All those traditional songs which were very familiar to me seemed to evoke a sense of pride as my Singaporean friends were enjoying them, and excitement because everything was prepared finely and carefully for us.

To me, that night was a night full of amazement, hope, belief and a pure love of many unlucky childhoods there. Everyone belonged to a big family. No one was discriminated, no one was an island.

When we distributed the sweets, a small boy took the bags, briskly and skillfully opened and passed each handful of candies to others around him. Finally, he realized that he had not had a single candy left for his own. Then another boy turned back to him and gave his uneaten one. The first boy took it and smiled. I wondered then if there was some adults who would give his only special ration to his friend without any hesitation.

After that came the “snack feast”. I called it the snack feast because there were lots of people and snack. We bought enough for all of them so each could take one of his own. But after taking their own share, they immediately got into a group and poured all the snack they had on a big piece of paper on the floor. That moment reminded me of my own primary school years. We used to do that, to eat like brothers and did not use to care what we had or what another got. But as I went higher to my secondary years, everyone just minded what they could get. They did not know what they could give so no one shared, even I. However, that was not what I saw now. The coke was drank in bowls not glasses because they did not have enough. Everyone sat in circles sharing each piece of snack and each bottle of coke. When there was a little coke left, they did not use bowls but they used the bottles’ lids because then the coke could be shared longer. I finally joined a group and drank some. It tasted much better than normal coke I had in those fast food restaurants back in Singapore. It was the sharing that counted I thought. There was laughter everywhere. People were talking to each other loud despite the barrier of language, sometimes doing some incomprehensible and funny gestures.

We also taught them English songs. When we left, there was a boy insisting on asking us to teach him all the spellings and tunes. I hope that he can sing out alone now. Other boys that impressed me were the ones that kept asking me about the scholarship I got when they knew I was a Vietnamese! They had hope and belief. I encouraged them and prayed that their dream would come true one day.

After all, the moment that a small boy turned back to me and gave me a candy that we bought for them was the most memorable. I noticed some of his teeth were missing when he smiled. His eyes glittered as the light was behind us and his hand was small, open up. The candy was in the middle. I refused then but he insisted. His patience and determination was something I could feel so I finally I took it. He smiled back at me and ran away, sharing the rest with his fellows. That smile, that face, that determination I will never forget…

A Special Day

Today is Vietnam teacher’s day. I’ve been waiting for this since the beginning of the year because it is just so special. On this day every year, teachers are commemorated by millions of Vietnamese.

In schools, people usually hang good wishes on the wall engulfing the school’s premises, classes’ walls and even on trees and pillars. Every school celebrates it by organizing a ceremony. It’s accompanied by students’ performances which are carefully selected days before. All the retired teachers are invited to return to the school to be honored and remembered. The principal comes up the stage, gives out a speech about the days and its special meaning. After all, students will be released to express their appreciation to their beloved teachers.

Joining the flow of students, I also returned to my secondary school on this special day. Many of them were smiling and laughing. They really enjoyed it. To them, it is like a chance to escape school pressure, to have a date with friends or simply to go off with family on a picnic to the peaceful countryside. However, to me, it is really a day I had been waiting for to meet my old teachers, give them a hug and tell them I had been living and how much I missed and loved them.

Walking along the corridor on the second floor, I stopped, tiptoed and pulled a leaf off the tree in front of my classroom. I never know its name but we used to call it, “Big Brother.” Its shade spread and covered enough for us in every P.E. periods. My classroom was a bit darker. The school didn’t use it anymore. Dusting off the dust-covered decks, I could feel as if I was standing here not as a stranger but as a student of this class where I used to write, sit and even stand and walk on these desks. Memories I have not sensed for a long time flashed through my mind. Feelings blocked my senses. I have returned finally. All but the old happy days has returned finally.

I cried. A tear dropped, spreading slowly on the dusty desk.

{DarK}neSS

I woke up. Sunlight slanted down the window, slithering on my white blanket. I closed my eyes to allow memories to flash through my mind. I had seen the light at end of the tunnel then but still darkness was all that surrounded John, my best friend in life. 

Suddenly, a 5-year-old child ran across the road, and his mother came chasing after him. I slammed on the brakes and yanked the wheels. The car skidded, the tires screeched. I lost control of the car. It continued skidding on the avenue until it crashed into a parked truck. I could feel my forehead was bleeding. I felt dizzy and my eyes dropped momentarily. 

I opened my eyes slowly and was sshocked by the intravenous injection and the feeding pipe running down the edge of the bed and finally piercing through my skin. Everything was white. My white clothes. White bed sheet. White blanket. The atmosphere was so silent that even the “tick-tick” of the electrocardiogram placed on the table besides my bed could be heard. I tried to move my limbs. My left hand and left leg could be lifted up a little. How about the other two? I did not feel anything and after a few minutes trying, I could not believe my eyes. They could not move! I broke out into tears. Vain and pain gripped my heart and at that moment, I fell unconscious again. 

When I woke up, there was a doctor besides my bed. 

“Calm down! I know how you feel but accept it and be happy that the accident did not take your life!” he said in a mellow tone. 

“How do I live with this disabled body? It is even worse than hell! Worse than hell!” I yelled back at him. 

“No, it is not hell because you are alive. There is still hope if you keep yourself happy and make good use of some physical therapies. Your disability is not forever. It can be healed. Understand?” 

“…Only if you keep yourself elated can miracle happen. I assure you can recover then, of course not fully, but you can walk and leave this place. Ok?” he continued. 

Silence covered us and I felt as if I was drowning in a sea of despair. 

My room was a two-bedded one. There was a man suffering from prostatic cancer. His name was John and John was in is his last state of the disease. That means he could not live longer than half a year more. I did not know where he was going to face his own death but we soon became good friends as there were only two of us in this ‘separate’ world. With him, I felt less lonely and that life was somehow meaningful as we shared our beautiful memories. 

Every evening, he sat up, leaned against the wall, looked outside the window and described what were happening there as I requested. This is one of his descriptions: “The rain has just stopped, my old friend (the name he usually called me). The murky clouds are pulling apart like curtains, revealing the sapphire sky. The peach-colored sun hangs brilliantly above the horizon, reflected by the sparkling ocean now surrounds the beach. Children are playing their toys. Some are slashing water at each other and some are pulling their mother’s dress. Couples spot the area, hugging and kissing each other. Wow! What a pure, untouched and unspoiled beauty, man!” His descriptions gave me a lot of imaginations and I really felt as if I had been walking along that marvelous beach.

Days had been crossed off the calendar quickly until I was announced that my hope to recover is now possible due to my positive altitude. I felt as if I had been on the moon and the first one I broke the news with was John. He did not say anything, just frowned and turned away. That day he did not talk to me anything. He might be tired then? 

The next three days, I had not seen him once. I was transferred to sleep on his bed. Feeling curious, I asked the nurse and found out John was dead while sleeping. He could not endure any longer and had left this old friend behind without a goodbye. I stoned and fell into deep silence. Suddenly, remembering the wonderful outside world he told me, I asked her to help me sit up. However, all I saw was just a blank wall. No beach. No sun. No couples. 

“Where are the beach and the people there? Has the wall just been built?” I frowned at the nurse. 

“Who told you so?” she murmured, staring at me. 

“John,” I sighed. 

She replied in a soft voice, “Did you know that he was blind?”

Do young people have more problems than adults?

Nowadays, it is inevitable to see teenage violence cases on the news every week or even every day. The young generation, which may be inexperienced in this complicated world, is more prone to be affected than any other generations. Only ten years ago, people were still unaware of teenage computer gaming addiction which has caused a lot of them to suffer academically and mentally. It is therefore not amazing to see that many young people have more problems than adults.

Some people may argue that living in a comfortable world with modern facilities, internet connection as well as professional care, young people may have only a few problems. These really help some teenagers to feel better and in a more secure way. In fact, many of them take it for granted. They use computers to play game till addictions, use internet to chat hours on end. Most of the teenagers do not know how to look for professional help. A research showed that 90% of young people tend to solve problems by themselves, which they may regret in the future. Modern facilities may result in loss of social interactions and love of nature as many young people like to stay at home more to enjoy their comfortable rooms.

In addition, nowadays, parents are usually busier with works and often return home late to earn enough money to support the family, leaving their children along and exposed to many kinds of attacks. It is not strange to see families with both parents working out and returning home after 8p.m. every day. During that long period of time, young children are alone to decide what they can do without parental guidance. In facts, 60 out of 100 teenagers play excess computer games right after returning from school. This also creates a distance between family members day by day. Family members with both parents working out usually do not have anything to share and talk as the members with only one working parent do. Thus, problems and depressions are more likely to happen with those young people.

Also, there are many more factors that may potentially or directly affect young generation: fashion, trends, violence movie, computer games, online predators, pornography and many more, making them vulnerable. It is inevitable to interact with these problems that a modern life brings. However, many young people tend to be immersed in them than the adults do. At the end of the day, they are more affected. For example, a violence movie does not leave many impacts on adults as they may experienced or seen it in real life. Yet, for young people especially teenagers, it may create an strong impression of violence. Finally, they see that violence is a considerable way of solving problems. With the boom of internet connection, everything is easy to get, thus leaving young people prone to those predators.

Lastly, most young people are immature to cope with many problems evolving between adolescence and adulthood. They easily fall down or fail to escape from  a simple trouble which may lead to many more if they cannot solve properly and maturely. There are many dead cases of pregnant teenagers, being afraid of social crisis, go to many abortion centres which did not have enough facilities and professions. Most of them cannot control themselves and are not responsible for their lives. They do thing without considering consequences most do not want to approach advices from more experienced people as they are scared of public. Hence, as problems evolve, they may face numerous troubles and soon be depressed.

In conclusion, young people are inexperienced and very prone to attacks to many factors from the outer environment. We must try our best to help young people overcome the problems they have although it it not easy and straight away. Moreover, young people should interact more to become mature physically and mentally.