Once again, I am mesmerized by this unfailing love, an unbreakable bond, and the cement relationship between this particular father, and son. This video wrenched my heart in a way because it makes me feel so very small. Imagine just running one mile under the sun, enduring the energy draining heat. Your throat will soon dry out and feel extremely raw. Just having to swim by myself already causes me to silently curse and complain beneath my breath. And then cycling on a never ending path will raise me up to my boiling point. Imagine the feeling of your muscles tearing, burning, and colliding from within, leading to an unbearable fatigue and pain. But despite of all these physical "tortures", this courageous man, is willing to do it all not just for and by himself, but also carrying with him his son all the way. And in the end, the glory and success is given entirely to his boy.

Compared to what this man is willing to do for his love one, I am. Nothing.We always talk about loving our family, loving our friends, and loving ourselves. I wonder if this love we hang by our mouths is authentic after all. How often are we actually willing to sacrifice for the better of others? Do we ever show our appreciation and affection to those who truly needs it?

Love is such a powerful element of all human beings, something that can melt down a cold, stiff heart, and cause changes in a person's life in a way nothing else can. Everyone deserves to be held and told that they're loved. Unfortunately, humans can be so selfish, brittle and self-cenetered at times that we decide to keep it all to ourselves, to hide and burry the gift that God had showed and given us.

The ability to love, did we take it for granted? Many people in this world today hadn't even experienced the feeling of being cared for. They never had the chance to be embraced or to be looked into the eye with respect. Are we going to pass on and bless them with what we're already given?

I would say this father and son is a perfect image of God. This man is just like our Father who is willing to carry an immobilize person, or what some might think of as a burden. Yet he never complains about its imperfections, its inability or its heavy weight. He only concentrates on pushing us from behind the wheels, allowing us to enjoy the ride, earning us the pride of victory. 

Shower your love upon someone today, let those around you know that you value them; allow others to feel your warm embrace, because we all deserve it, and somehow, we all need it.

Tonight, I felt a sudden urge to type, to release, to express, but most importantly, to remember.

My grandpa had been feeling uncomfortable for a while and was admitted to a hospital a few days ago. Apparently, his heart is not in a very good condition. He'll be wheeled into the operating room early tomorrow morning for a heart surgery and there, the doctors will implant a device inside his heart which will enable a regular heart-beat.

Hospitals in general tend to give me a lonesome and worn-out feeling. The absence of liveliness and hope among those people are heart wrenching. Whiteness engulfed this area and filled me with this odd yet indiscernible awkwardness. I entered the large building and the scent in the air had me turned down already.

I got out of the elevator on the third floor and stared at the endless hallway. Each room I thought, were filled with patients, and each one of them, suffering, and crying out from inside for their pain to end.

I walked into the room, passing all the beds, the sick and stopped when I reached the last one, seated beside the only window at the rear end.

I remember my grandpa as a unique, serious and even handsome looking man. He was always dressed in suites and proper clothings everywhere he goes. Each strand of his hair lines up and falls in a way that reflects his tidiness and perfection. The way in which he walks, his steps, so sturdy, so quick, constantly trying to walk ahead of everybody else, as if he's participating in a race; the powerful booming voice that shakes and often silent the room whenever he speaks. He was an ambitious man, always winning his games, and never experienced any great falls. This all, reflects the strength and confidence he carries and holds within. He. is an iron man.

But everything had changed. Now, he is dress in those typical hospital outfits, with patterns of never ending stripes running down the line. His hair is in a mess. His steps are no longer sturdy or firm. His voice is still louder than anyone's, yet soft in a way. The differences I saw were just so difficult to digest and to believe.

My grandpa told us that he was awoken one night and he saw that all of the beds beside him were no longer used, but completely vacant. Each one covered in plain white sheets indicating that the patients had either gone home or somewhere else. And it struck him at that very moment. He was absolutely horrified. Fear overcame him and he wanted to check out that instant. It was the fear of death, and perhaps the horror of a life coming to an end. As he spoke, his eyes gradually turned red and tears were locked up on the corners of his eyes. It hurts to see someone you love in such way, so emotionally torn. It hurts even more, knowing that he is so lost, without anyone in whom he can rely and trust in.

Hearing that, we all huddled closer to his bed, offering him comfort and love. My parents each picked up and held on one of his hands and ensured him that everything will be good because we believe in the power of prayer and will do it for him right there. Before I know it, my dad's voice rose, so very strong and confident and his words soothed and washed away the anxiety in our hearts. As he went on, I felt my grandpa letting go of my dad's hand and instead gripping on mine and then placing my brother’s hand on top of ours, because he knows that we’re all in this. As his hands firmly wrapped around mine, holding it so very tight, I felt unbelievably secure, as if I'm the one that needed this comfort.

At that very moment, not only did our hands all joined together. But our minds, our hearts, and our soul fused as one. I've never felt this way before, and I never even thought I would shatter like this inside. I had to keep my eyes open, focusing so hard in order to lock my tears, hoping they won't overflow or pour out. But as I stared at our firmly gripped hands, that emotional scene took my heart away and I allowed the tears to fall, like raindrops, gently falling from the sky, gliding down my cheeks.

When the prayer was done, I knew our job was done as well. I looked up to see tears in each one of our eyes. But I was relieved,  because I knew that these were the tears of joy, tears of emotions, and tears of hope.

& I was completely carried away.

Hopefully, this prayer will fill his heart with lasting peace that will remain with him throughout the operation and days of recovery.  I understand the fear of pain, the fear of losing those you love, and the fear of never waking up again. My grandpa had never been a religious man, because he has absolutely everything he needs. And he worked dang hard to achieve them. But a time comes for everyone, when the things they thought they had could offer them protection no longer gives them security. Nothing can or will guarantee life itself. And I think my grandpa had finally realized this.

I don't know how much that prayer meant to him, but it definitely means a lot to me. It still does. What I'm certain is that it had reached God the second we said each word. He will answer it in his own way, even if it means that the outcome will not be what we expected. But I trust Him. And I will continue to pray hard. For everything,  anywhere, anytime. 

“Prayer is the key to Heaven, but faith unlocks the door.”

 With Faith

躺在床上張開眼睛的那刻, 鬧鐘的螢幕顯示- 5:25am
望出窗外, 發現街上的燈光還沒熄滅.
一柱柱的亮光為黑暗的城市加上了一點光芒, 一絲希望.

清早的香港, 比我想像中還要寧靜.
繁忙的都市, 或許只到這時候才能真正平靜下來.

蔚藍的天空, 也帶給我不同的味道, 不同的感覺.
可見太陽慢慢移動, 準備投射陽光賜與大地.

這個景象,
這種感受,
這時刻,

實在太美麗了.