Showing posts with label hope.. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hope.. Show all posts

Sunday, 9 December 2018

The Thongs and the Last Resort.

He told me to come hungry, no need to bring anything. But I could not resist contributing my part. Going to someone’s place for dinner empty handed made me uncomfortable, paiseh was the word I was looking for. 

My wife bought two roasted chicken from NTUC and we lugged two big bags of books and left home for his place, which was incidentally called The Last Resort. 

Yes, the host for the night was a couple named Kenneth Thong and Adeline Thong. You may have seen them in the papers. They were recently nominated for the Singaporean of the Year award - amongst the other humanitarians who have made a lasting difference in society. 

When we came into their rented four-storey high terrace house with three of our kids, we were first greeted by a family dog. This was followed by a handful of young adults standing by the sliding glass door, with one I think as young as sixteen. 

You must know that The Last Resort is a temporary haven for them and I once told Kenneth during my first visit that the last resort could very well be the "lost" resort when they come knocking at the door not only for a place to stay but for a place to find their bearings in life.

I understand that they came from everywhere in Singapore because they had no place to go. Each of them has a story to tell. There was an unwed young mother struggling to care for her baby, another whose father had passed away when he was only four and his mother was sent back to her home country, a youth who was chased out of her home by her own mother, and a NS boy whose background I did not have the opportunity to ask that evening. 

Nevertheless, I decided to write this post because of what Adeline told me when we were having dinner. She said that we must change the way we look at the idea/concept of family in Singapore because not all of the children are born into an unbroken family or into a family still intact.

While the fortunate ones are born into a close-knit family, I realised that there are many out there who struggle daily to understand why their parents had left them at a young age or why their father beat them up frequently or why they were considered an eyesore or a burden to their parents. 

And if there were a common yearning I felt after talking to some of them that night, it was not so much a lack of a roof over their head, but a lack of love in their lives that they long after. 

For you have heard of the saying that a home is where the heart is, and undeniably, it is a heart of love that makes it so. And by extension, no matter how big the house, how lavished and expensive, where love is absent, the house becomes no different from a large human container with a lot of empty spaces and various holes at the side that are called doors and windows. 

Admittedly, I have to say that the visit to The Last Resort had opened my eyes to the reality of what a family means to different people. 

The standard script is simple enough. We have a father who is normally the sole breadwinner and a mother who plays the nurturing role. Nowadays, it is about a dual-income family. 

But what do you say to a child who is raised by a single parent who can hardly make ends meet and is struggling for society’s understanding? Or a child whose father is in jail and mother is in rehab? What does the standard script mean to that child then? 

How about a teenager who lives with a non-existent parent or an abusive one where the only way to keep one’s sanity is to escape from it all? 

And what do we say to an orphan? How about a child whose parents can’t stand the sight of? Or a teenager whose parents have abandoned for reasons he or she will never come to know? What is a family to them then? 

More importantly, who will fill in the gap for them? Who would be their family? Who would be a father to the fatherless and mother to the motherless? 

This is where people like Kenneth and Adeline come into the picture. There are of course many loving families out there who have adopted kids, donated to the cause and organisations which have been set up to give the lost and homeless a home and hope. Altogether, they have answered the call to stand in the gap. 

And that evening, while speaking to Kenneth, he admitted to me that this gap is not perfect. By this, he meant that there were cases that went beyond them, that is, cases that their limited resources could not help. 

But that has never stopped Kenneth and Adeline from doing what they have been doing for the past ten years. He said that even when times are trying, they continue to show love, to be a friend, and if they are ready, to be a father- or mother-figure to them in the earnest hope that what was denied to them in the family they were born into, they could find a community of love, healing and trust in The Last Resort. 

Alas, that was my take home that night and I recall those were the exact sentiments Adeline had. From my talk with her, I gathered that where a family sadly falls short, it is a community that bridges the gap. This community plays multiple roles and functions as a brother, a sister, a parent, a friend, a mentor and a teacher. 

What therefore stands in the gap when biological ties fail are communal bonds where love in substance heals the hurts that betrayal left behind and hope in endurance fills the hearts with strength and confidence to face yet another day. Ultimately, the hope is that they can return to their family when they are ready, or set up their own family when they are able to stand on their own two feet.

So, kudos to people like the Thongs who never gave up when society is either too busy to care or too distracted to offer the attention and nurturance that these children need. At this juncture, I am reminded that we are not called to save everyone, just one soul at a time. And at times, a soul may take a lifetime. Cheerz. 

Sunday, 8 April 2018

The great perversion and the greater overcoming.

He got 34 years and a maximum of 24 strokes. But I can't say that criminal justice was not done in his case. It most definitely was, and redemption for him took a backseat that day when he was sentenced. 

In all my writings, I am always biased towards redeeming a man. 

I believe every man deserves a chance, if not multiple chances. And if it takes a village to raise a kid, then it takes a lifetime for some to find redemption.

But this morning, this bias was sorely challenged by a man's most incomprehensible crime. And the prosecution calls it "one of the most heinous cases which we have ever seen."

If I had judged him, and therefore stood to be judged myself, then so be it. 

You have to see the abuse from the eye of the child. 

She was only seven when she had to put with his regular sexual abuses. He was her mother's lover. She called him "shu shu".

She told her mother about the molest, but she reprimanded her and refused to intervene. 

She therefore realised it was futile because the only one who could protect her, not only did nothing, but disbelieved her. 

After he got married to another woman (who bore him a son), he even invited the girl and her mother to live with his new family. 

From that point, the girl's mother became his mistress.

All this time, he was jobless and relied on the two women in his life to support him. His wife had to work and his mistress gave him $350 a month for household expenses. 

After they moved in, his molest turned into rape. He also forced her to perform oral sex on him. It reports that he did it in broad daylight while others were at home. 

Alas, the girl became "so conditioned to his abuse that she automatically took off her clothes when he summoned her. She was then only below ten years old."

And because he frequently assaulted his wife and her mother when he was drunk and even hit the girl when she tried to protect her mother, the girl feared angering him. He even went berserk when she befriended her male classmates. 

But that was not even the half of it. 

The girl only learned that what her shu shu did was wrong when she was Primary 5 and attended sex education classes. 

At 13, she mustered the courage to seek help, but not from her own mother. 

She instead went to the man's wife and she referred her to a social worker. 

A police report was lodged in June 2016. By that time, the man's wife had already divorced him and moved out with her son. 

That's not the end of it. 

When the man, 47, heard that he was a wanted man, the girl's mother gave him $800, and he spent four days evading arrest before surrendering himself to the police. 

When he was arrested, and charged for statutory rape, his first response was to accuse the girl. He said she seduced and flirted with him. 

DPP Khoo said that the man had "wrecked the girl's life and caused a rift between her and her mother." 

Now, it reports that the girl, 15, is living with with her maternal grandmother. 

Expectedly, she confessed that she felt very insecure about herself and "worries about being judged by others." 

She said to the prosecution that "she misses her mother."

Lesson...? 

While it is not possible to contact the girl, as her privacy should always be guarded and protected, I would like to tell her that there is absolutely nothing wrong with her. 

I want to tell her that no one judges her. No one with a conscience should ever judge her. 

I wish so much for her to face the world with restored confidence to know that there are people out there who love her truly, treasure her deeply and wish only to see her recover, to become stronger. 

The society still cares - nevertheless.

Amidst the cruelty and pain, there are people around who stand for justice, sacrifice for others and protect with love.

I also want to tell her that she is a brave soul; much braver than I am. She is a hero in my eyes. 

I would love to tell her that she is always pure and innocent and her struggles and overcoming are inspiring. 

Her courage, her innocence, her love for her mother (after what she had gone through), her strength to move on are simply empowering.

As a father myself, I want her to know that her life is precious, full of potential and her future awaits to fill it with her dreams, hope and joy. 

Every father wishes his daughter would eventually marry to the love of her life, to a protective, reliable and trustworthy husband. And I wish the same for her - no less. 

More importantly, I wish she will grow up to find trust and hope again and start her family with children of her own to enjoy, guide and protect. 
Most of all, I pray she would eventually find peace and closure in this tumultuous world she is living in. 

In every corner and bend, life will still be challenging, sometimes trying, and at times, soul-wrenching. 

But, I pray that she will be surrounded by love, hope and faith and will move forward to grow in resilience - never giving up and never giving in. 

And I also pray that her past would never hold her back from living in the present with courage and strength, and from living her future with hope and love. Cheerz.


Sunday, 23 July 2017

Facing the future for my kids.


After sending my kids to school this morning, seeing them walk into their school, this thought struck me: Live forward. 

Live forward? 

I know a life is to be lived and lived one day at a time. The present will soon pass. One moment will give way to another. But live forward? 

Isn't that obvious? How can I refuse it? I can't stop time and live forever in the present? I guess for me the message is not about freezing time. Time stops for no one. 

It is about a mental state of mind. The message is telling me not to fear the future. Not to play hide and seek with it; with me hiding and the future seeking. 

More relevantly, it is telling me that my kids will all grow up, get married and start their own family. 

And with all that comes success and failure, joy and heartaches, trials and pain, love and hope. 

Alas, I have no delusion about what awaits them. Reality will not always be kind, calibrated, cushy or padded for them. 

If you are with me so far, here's what living forward means to me concerning my children's life as they grow up. It means that not every aspect of their future is going to be a welcoming bandwagon. 

Life's not going to roll out the red carpet for them. 


In other words, not everything about their future can be trusted to unfold the way I want it. 


As parents, we want the best for them. We want a smooth transition, a seamless one. But most times, we have no control over the circumstances they will confront. Most times, the transition will be one with jagged edges. 

One day, they will shed their innocence and face choices that will test them to the core. For us, as parents, that day will be hard to process, envisage and confront. 

So, I've to admit that as a father, I dread facing their tomorrows. I fear living forward and worrying about how they will be disappointed and disillusioned. 


How their dreams will fall flat, and how their hopes crushed. And they surely will. Life guarantees it, somehow, but not with malice though.

So, at times, their tomorrow is a place that I try to avoid thinking or facing. It is a place not only of uncertainty but of lurking shadows of rejection, disappointment and failure. 

All this just adds up to make the message "Live Forward" hard to swallow, if not hard to face up. But what is the alternative? How should I live then? 

Live backwards? Live in a state of mental rewinding, avoiding the emotional dawn of a dreaded new day for my kids, and hoping that it will all go away? Pretend their innocence will not give way to disbelief, shock, rebellion, fears, tears and pain? 

Should I play hide and seek with their tomorrows, living in the shadow of fear, and hoping that it will just pass by, blown away? Stuffing my head in the sand of the present, and exposing my rear to the passing time of the future?

I guess the message "Live Forward" is getting louder now, more shrill, more strident. It can only get worse if I ignore or dismiss it. I can hide no more. 

I have to cross this mental Rubicon, this emotional chasm. I therefore need a change of mind-set, a brave heart of resolve and a spirit of unhurried assurance.

So, seen in another light, living forward is in fact a message of faith, hope and courage. 

When I live forward for my kids, I live with a heart ready to face the music they face and to change its tune with and for them. Living forward forces me to confront my worries for their future and see the other side of it.

Although their tomorrows may be a place of uncertainty, I am forgetting one empowering fact about living forward, and it is this: Living forward means I can live in the future of their tomorrow, and every tomorrow, however painful, brings me closer to it.

It is a future that rewards the paternal heart that never gives up. It is a future of change, of promise, of redemption. It is a future of my children's maturity, where they become a better person, transformed and humbled, empowered and hopeful by the trials they go through with their parents by their side, every step of the way. 

As they say, when in hell, keep walking. 

I guess this is their rite of passage and my growth as their parent. It is the road they and I cannot avoid. Our growth depends on it, and my purpose as a father demands that I face it with them. My hope is thus found on the other side of it, that is, the future of their tomorrows. 

So, this is the message that I will hold close to my heart this morning. And I will bring it with me to face a brand new tomorrow with my children. 

Live forward is therefore my reason to live it up, live onwards, and live with courage for them. Because I see the trials my children will face not as an impediment to growth for both of us, but a bridge to close the gap between perseverance and success, between discipline and hope, between love that stays on and love that overcomes. Cheerz.