Happy 2005? I don't think so. The tsunami that struck on Boxing Day has got me thinking about how precious life is. Here we are, safe and sound in Singapore, and stupid people are all around, looking for ways and means to party, have fun, and even complain about the lack of branded goods they experience; while out there, people suffer, they cry,they hunger..all without a home.
Indeed, lives were lost, hearts were devastated, livelihoods destroyed. All the countries- Sri Lanka, Indonesia, Thailand, Malaysia, Kenya, the Maldives..made everything I ever thought of change. You might think, "These people are from different countries, it doesn't matter to me" but doesn't the common issue lie in the fact that we are, essentially, all human beings?
I cannot bear to see the suffering anymore, day by day, hour after hour. Desolation and Turmoil knock at the doors of already heart-struck people.
A little boy by the name of Yohan; yet to be found, lost in the aftermath. His parents, his siblings, his family and friends, all cry out for him to be found. For a miracle to happen. I, for one, can relate to that. For it is only today, that I realised the importance of life, treasuring it every second and keeping those valuable to me close to my heart.
As I looked upon his face, it was hard to come to reality and accept that this was my junior who played rugby with me, had lunch at recess time with me. And now, surviving under intesive care equipment, it was painful for me to stand next to him and look at him. As his mother looked on, I could understand her every thought and feeling. Knowing that the possibility of losing her only son was evidently high. Even if he made it, even saying the words, 'Hi Mom' would never be the way it was made out to be.
At 8.30 am yesterday morning, my junior, Lee Wei Kong, was struck down by a taxi. He gambled with Death only to live another day with a fractured c6 cerebral vertebra and a blood clot that had been removed from his left brain. His face swollen from the use of morphine; wires and tubes connected from every direction. I could not help but bear with my own pain inside of me. How much damage was done, I do not know. Will he even be able to speak again, I do not know. Why so many people have to juggle with life, I do not know.
But what I do know is that this is only a taste of things to come..
Perhaps God is preparing us for the End of Days..perhaps He (as my friends put it) is 'controlling the population'. What happens now cannot be forseen. Nothing. Nothing in the future.
The way I look at life? It just won't be the same again...