English version below…
Ashes and smoke filled the air and it reminded me that the 7th month of the Lunar calendar has once again knocked on our doors.
It is just another normal evening. The concrete jungle has lighted up, cars, motorcycles, buses whizzing along the road. There is no star as usual, but just a few clouds passing by my windows.
The earth is still revolving.
But in a corner of this little red dot, there he lies on the bed in silence, eyes tightly closed, and his chest expanding and contracting with every breath. He is ignorant of all the worries around him.
It was 17 August 2017 morning when a shocking message appeared on my mobile phone, informing all of us that he has been admitted into ICU and is unconscious.
Honestly, i dislike going to the hospital as the atmosphere can be suffocating at times. When I witness how the hospital staffs behave “coldly” due to their getting use of seeing life and deaths, I feel upset.
That day, as I looked at him lying on the bed, my heart wasn’t peaceful. And tears gathered in my eyes when I saw what his child has written on the notice board. It was something like:”Daddy, please wake up, we are waiting for you.”
While he and I are not very close to each other, but the fact that we see each other almost everyday, he has become part of my life.
And I can clearly recalled one Saturday about three weeks ago, when I went back to the office to practice Table Tennis. I was surprised to see him in the office and causally asked what was he doing then.
He said he has some work to clear.
He hadn’t left when I finished my training. And before I left, I said to him sincerely: “Many years ago, I was like you, working day and night. But one day, I realised that I’ve lost more than what I thought. And therefore, I have learned to slow down my pace and enjoy while I can.”
I advised him to go home and rest while he can.
Lee Heng knows that I have the habit of meditating daily and so he asked will I pray for him during my meditation.
My reply to him was simple: “He will recover…”
On that night, I meditated with picture of him walking into the office, and we are all there with our arms opened wide and give him a warm hug.
That was exactly what I did. Instead of praying for him and hoping for the best, I choose to believe he will recover.
Since then, I’ve been replaying the same picture in my mind.
News spread and some colleagues from other department asked me about his condition. I was kind of lack of information as I do not know much too.
To be exact, I do not wish to ask or know too much, because it seems to be irrelevant to me. I feel that we should all believe that he will recover and not ask: “what happened? Why? What’s the root cause?”
Does it really matter and will that help him recover?
Perhaps what has happened to him is a warning to all of us, that life is indeed unpredictable. Today may be the last day we will see the sunrise, and hence we should learn to cherish what we do have now.
As far as I can recall, he has been a Mr Nice Guy, for I’ve not seen him rejecting anyone before, no matter how busy he is.
So what has happened to the belief that says good deeds will get good returns?
Again, I choose not to be too pessimistic. Just like what KK has always said: “Karma exists, it’s just that time is not ripe yet.”.
So I believe that he will receive his good returns and recover soon, when the time comes, he will wake up.
That day, Mark sent an update in the chat group after visiting him in the hospital. And many of them started to send the prayer emoticon. And as usual, I said: “He will recover! We all must believe that he will recover… with the united beliefs, he will recover soon!”
I believe that there is an invisible force in this universe that controls everything. And if our wills are strong enough, we can make use of this force to our benefits.
And therefore, I’ve saying this in my heart to him: “Alex, see you in the office!”