His holiness the Dalailama and Southeast Asia youths had a dialogue today. This word "warm-hearted" stabbed on my heart and tears rolled down the cheeks.
Yes, this feeling of warm-heartedness which is so close once now so far.
When I was 3, I had a neighbor whom goes to nursery with me. We jump on trampoline, walked around the school hand in hand and went home by bus. I will doze off and he'll wake me up. Mom would be waiting at the doorstep in her aprons. It was wonderful until this friend move to Taiwan and I was transferred to another nursery.
One afternoon while kids should be sleeping, I was surrounded by a bunch of kids at the staircase. A sense of fear arose and I panicked. Luckily teacher came and shoo everyone to take a nap. I was so angry and wanted to tell teacher that they want to bully me. Haha… I followed teacher to and fro but wasn't able to speak a word. I know what I want to say but I haven't learn how to speak in sentence yet. That was a helpless experience.
Later on our family moved to Myanmar. I was so happy to go to kindy! We had a beautiful playground with green grass, beautiful teacher whom had blonde hair, fair skin and classmates of different skin colors. The happiest moment in a day was when we can go to play freely at the playground.
Something happened and I'm not aware that it is "dangerous"
A kid snatched a sharp ended comb of my friend. I ran towards that kid and say "Hey, it's hers! Give it back!" That kid was reluctant to surrender, so I grabbed onto the comb and we struggled.
"Ouch!" My face is burning with pain. The sharp end of the comb slided through my chin. I was shocked by the pain but I managed to grab back the comb for the girl. I felt heroic for helping a kid that day.
When I reached home, mom saw the red, fresh scar on my chin. She jumped up and ask me "What happened?!"
"I helped a girl to get her comb back today! This is nothing" I replied proudly
"Are you out of your mind! It's dangerous to mess with sharp things. This will leave a scar on your face FOREVER!"
At that moment, I was so confused. Why am I scolded for helping people? Is this going to be a permanent scar? A sense of regret arose. Am I too impulsive?
"Next time just tell teacher, don't be a busy body. No one will appreciate if you succeeded. Even if you get hurt no one would care."
I felt so hurt. At that point of time I just felt that it's the right thing to do. I have the courage to bear the consequences and most importantly I do not think that human should be so selfish only caring about our own benefit. Friends in need is a friend in deed! Being kind to others is so fulfilling and gave me a sense of joy. I disagree with you, selfish YOU!
However, deep inside I developed a mindset to be more cautious in helping others is the future. For I wouldn't want to be scolded again.
