When Your Life Falls Apart

This afternoon an ex-colleague sms me someone from our previous company has been jailed 5 years for forgering company cheques amounting more than $400k. Good grief... I know the fella, and upon reading the news in the ST today all I can say is -- he has my sympathy.

This morning a cyclist knocked me while I was on my way to work. I nearly sprawled on the pavement and got cuts on my knees. Amazingly my pants didn't show any tear. It wasn't until I was in the train that I noticed the bleeding. When it happened I just wanted to scream at the cyclist but I stopped when I realised he didn't understand what I was prattling about. Apparently he was one of those foreign workers who spoke only Chinese -- with you know that particular mainland China or whatever accent even my Chinese friends find difficult to comprehend.

He was actually thrown off his bicycle. [I don't know how that happened, but it did.] Then he was polite enough to show concern by saying something or apologising something -- profusely and even helped pick my haversack. So our worlds collided -- briefly.

And I thought the start of this morning was really bad.

Then came along that sms.

Imprisonment. Poor guy, it's dangerous how desperation corners you into a place where you fall deep and hard and escape is simply non-existent.

I'm sitting here in my room, typing this and I'm thinking -- Be thankful for the wonderful gift of being able to serve humanity, your planet, and your God.

Bloody cliche man... But it's true.