10 months later

Wow, this is how long I haven't had any input into this blog. And what takes me back today? It's the same thing which helped me to start this blog. We both left the country and started a whole brand new life somewhere else, like we're almost too afraid to meet each other again.

Not only I went through the blog of this person, two years later, almost three, I also went through my life two three years ago. It was a pity that my name disappears at the life in the past. It bugs me.

People say, life moves on. The planet keeps spinning. It seems like everybody is just strong enough to face the future, to live a new life. Am I the only person who stays in the memory? Am I the only person who couldn't let go of the past?

Considering what I am right now, am I going to miss this life once I decide to leave?

Almost forgot how much I actually love this blog....

Special Olympics

It's been almost 2 months since the last time I contributed to this blog. Things just happened like flashes. It proceeded to the next stage before I even got a chance to react. This is how things are going out of control.

Me and volunteer work....we certainly have a good relationship. Therefore, I would not think there will be any misunderstanding or disagreement between us. But then....never say never. It happened. And it hit me bad.

It was probably my first time working with severe mentally challenged individuals, as I only had experiences in minor or medium level clients. The supervisor warned us that there WILL be difficulties in communications. It wouldn't matter if you spend more time with one client. Make sure you do everything right. Everything includes the measurements in passive range of motion, and the correct position of the exercise.

This is probably me, who really underestimated the situation. I thought since I had experience in working with a wide range of clients, everything was going to work out just fine. Unfortunately, I had a difficult time in letting them understand what they are supposed to do.

And the worst thing is, I found out that I lost patience although I can still control the temper. This is really the unmerciful side of me, this close to yell at them. God...where is the passion and patience that I had for them before? They just disappeared. How can that happen?

I cherish them as the greatest gift that God gave me, the passion for the weak, and patience for the poor. God, are you taking away the gift away from me piece by piece? Because I am not using them well?