I do not mind the rides in the theme parks, especially Walt Disney. I hate spiritual roller coaster rides. At one point, you can be on the high, at another instance, you are deep in the pits of depression.
Everyone has their own baggage to carry, so have I. Mrs P cherishes every single day ahead of these remaining two months she has left on this world (her cancer relapsed). Vieny lives as if there is always tomorrow for her. She longs for each day to skip ahead of her so that she knows what lies ahead faster.
It is a blessing to work with more senior colleagues in school. They remind me how old folks think. I need to relearn this skill in order to bridge the communication gap between my aunt, my mum and myself.
I tend to think too idealistic thoughts and have false expectations of people around me. This makes me a sick Christian. Like Mrs P, I have cancer cells growing somewhere and need the healing power of the great Physician.
To Mrs P: I am thankful to have met you. Though I can never comprehend the pain that you are going through, you are a strong fighter, a loving mommy, a strict teacher and an amicable friend.
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