All these roles speak of humanistic work and totally requires my whole heart, which is not enough to share out anymore. I'm getting tired from simply trying to adjust. Tired from trying to protect other people's feelings yet needing to get things done. Tired of not having time to do what I want to do, even in terms of my choice of ministry. Tired of others taking me as a threat when I am not even a willing leader as well.

This poem speaks of my experience there over the past 3 months. :) With much love.

From awkwardness to friendship found

From knitted brows to awesome smiles

I found a place of hope and love

A people who came to give and serve

Never expected to learn this much

Never predicted this would change my heart

I thought I met a lioness

Yet now I see her gentleness

she speaks to her sheep with eyes that shine

For she knows the pain behind those lines

A gentle smile,

A loving touch

This mother of two sure melts my heart

Though I was cautious at the start

Soon enough I felt the spark

For none I see as lovely as this

The permanent smile that represents His

This feisty lady knows no bound

Step on her toes and you'll be down

Her motivation can lead you on,

so 3 days a week, give her corn

Though she's young she knows a lot

and one thing I hope, she'll know the Lord

A funny lady who makes weird sounds

I admire her guts to get out of town

She pursues her dreams by biting through

And never did let the obstacle rule

My singing partner

My hitting friend

The smiles we shared will never end

Looking back at these 70 days

My time was mostly happy and gay

I know the treasures I found in here

Will follow me closely through the years

I counted my loss but only found gains

And I pray our paths will meet again

That was a summary of what I feel towards my colleagues. haha. As for the residents, my heart really overwhelms at the thought that I am not able to see them again and also not be able to perhaps even remember how they look like after some time. I am already missing them, especially when they really reminded me of my grandma, being at around the same age. I think I have never learnt to really appreciate the elderly before and now, I am. Behind every one of them holds so much memories and each of these memories are so beautiful. Some of them might not seem like they have the best character but looking into their memories, I know we will see a totally different side of who they were and what made them who they are.

Appreciate the elderly in your home today, for you cannot be sure if they will still be there tomorrow.