This morning, just like any morning, the moment I woke up, I went straight to my computer to check for offline messages and for new messages in my inbox.

my reflection could be found here

Thanks so much Janice Y. for sending this to me :)
the subject: This is beautiful! Try not to cry

<this is long, but is it definitely worth it to read it :)>

"She jumped up as soon as she saw the surgeon come out of the operating room. She said: 'How is my little boy? Is he going to be all right? When can I see him?'

The surgeon said, 'I'm sorry. We did all we could, but your boy didn't make it.'
Sally said, 'Why do little children get cancer? Doesn't God care any more? Where were you, God, when my son needed you?'

The surgeon asked, 'Would you like some time alone with your son? One of the nurses will be out in a few minutes, before he's transported to the university.'

Sally asked the nurse to stay with her while she said good bye to son. She ran her fingers lovingly through his thick red curly hair. 'Would you like a lock of his hair?' the nurse asked. Sally nodded yes. The nurse cut a lock of the boy's hair, put it in a plastic bag and handed it to Sally.

The mother said, 'It was Jimmy's idea to donate his body to the University for Study. He said it might help somebody else..... 'I said no at first, but Jimmy said, 'Mom, I won't be using it after I die. Maybe it will help some other little boy spend one more day with his Mom..' She went on, 'My Jimmy had a heart of gold. Always thinking of someone else. Always wanting to help others if he could..'
Sally walked out of Children's Mercy Hospital for the last time, after spending most of the last six months there. She put the bag with Jimmy's belongings on the seat beside her in the car.

The drive home was difficult. It was even harder to enter the empty house. She carried Jimmy's belongings, and the plastic bag with the lock of his hair to her son's room.

She started placing the model cars and other personal things back in his room exactly where he had always kept them She lay down across his bed and, hugging his pillow, cried herself to sleep.

It was around midnight when Sally awoke. Lying beside her on the bed was a folded letter. The letter said:

'Dear Mom,
 
I know you're going to miss me; but don't think that I will ever forget you, or stop loving you, just 'cause I'm not around to say 'I Love You'. I will always love you, Mom, even more with each day.. Someday we will see each other again. Until then, if you want to adopt a little boy so you won't be so lonely, that's okay with me.. He can have my room and old stuff to play with. But, if you decide to get a girl instead, she probably wouldn't like the same things us boys do. You'll have to buy her dolls and stuff girls like, you know.

Don't be sad thinking about me. This really is a neat place. Grandma and Grandpa met me as soon as I got here and showed me around some, but it will take a long time to see everything. The angels are so cool. I love to watch them fly. And, you know what? Jesus doesn't look like any of his pictures. Yet, when I saw Him, I knew it was Him. Jesus himself took me to see GOD! And guess what, Mom? I got to sit on God's knee and talk to Him, like I was somebody important. That's when I told Him that I wanted to write you a letter, to tell you good bye and everything. But I already knew that wasn't allowed. Well, you know what Mom? God handed me some paper and His own personal pen to write you this letter I think Gabriel is the name of the angel who is going to drop this letter off to you. God said for me to give you the answer to one of the questions you asked Him 'where was He when I needed him?' 'God said He was in the same place with me, as when His son Jesus was on the cross. He was right there, as He always is with all His children.

Oh, by the way, Mom, no one else can see what I've written except you... To everyone else this is just a blank piece of paper. Isn't that cool? I have to give God His pen back now He needs it to write some more names in the Book of Life. Tonight I get to sit at the table with Jesus for supper. I'm sure the food will be great.

Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. I don't hurt anymore the cancer is all gone.. I'm glad because I couldn't stand that pain anymore and God couldn't stand to see me hurt so much, either. That's when He sent The Angel of Mercy to come get me. The Angel said I was a Special Delivery! How about that?

Signed with Love from God, Jesus & Me. "

as the title says...This is beautiful! Try not to cry!!

笑話人哋像細路、因爲天真冇知、太可愛。但當看反自己、發覺原來自己與他一樣咁無知。

rough translation:
looking at a friend, and laughing because he is innocent and naive just like a little boy (so cute!!). but when I look back at the things I do I begin to realize that I am no different from him, just as naive and innocent in some ways... =(

photo credits: toronto.cityguide.ca

campus life is indeed a lot different than high school/elementary school life. I was at school yesterday from 9-9, but I did not even remember seeing or having the slightest reminders that it was Remembrance Day, I think that's actually quite sad. There were no assemblies, no times of silent (during 11), no music, no posters, just A&W was the only place that had poppies.

Remembrance Day is a day where we remember those who had fought for peace, sacrificed their lives for us yet as students of a (quite prestigious) university, we always talk about peace through classes in Political Science (and other studies). I cannot believe we had neglected this date. Sure there were signs of poppies, but only a few wore them, the few I came across less than 20 people who wore poppies.

I feel ashamed to find out it was Remembrance day when I got home at 10 last night when I went on Facebook and a friend (who is currently attending high school) put on his status "Remembrance Day". Perhaps its the workload we get during this time... but still... that should not be an excuse.

These were just two simple words yet they had so much impact on me. The connection that he was a high school student and "Remembrance Day" reminded me of the school assemblies I use to attend to remember this day and most important what it means to us. It really makes me wonder why didn't anyone do anything about this day.... surely at least some windpipe music in the Student Centre... but not even a poster of a poem: in Flanders Field.

A phrase quickly flashes across my mind: if history is forgotten, it will repeat itself...