Translated…
From before when my husband took me to his company’s, or the gatherings of the people who worked in the same industry as he, I’d often heard, from the lips of others, this exaggerated sort of compliments, “If So-and-So said he was number two in the industry, nobody would dare say that he was number one.”, I’d not paid them too much heed at all, this past little over six years, my husband had suffered from the strokes, I’d already forgotten how outstanding he once was, in the eyes of others already, until this past six months, I’d heard, once more, similar sorts of compliments, it’d made my heart felt at ease.
My husband majored in political science in his college years, and gotten the opportunity to part-time at a trade company, and he’d become intrigued at the spare parts that the company produced, and, started translating the related literature for others at work, and he’d gotten the accolades from the general manager, and as his service term was about to be up, the company had asked him to come onboard. After my husband started working for the company, the general manager not only let him go and audit the related courses in college during his workhour, but he’d also sent him to Europe to get trained for a couple of months too, having this sort of wonderful treatment from the company, he’d fallen, head first, into this occupation, and worked hard, day and night, to perfect the techniques to manufacture the goods. Being married to my husband for over dozens of years, I’d bore witness to just how hardworking he was, he’d not cared about the costs, and put up his own money, and gotten the high-end drawing tools, the topnotch computers, related reading books, and in a short few years, he’d gotten a high up place for himself in this industry. I’d once followed my husband along to tour the foreign factories, the foreigners introduced their products and how they were manufactured, he was the only translator in the midst of his company, it’d made me see, just how well he’d known about the subjects, it’s a wonder that people from his industry would often call him “Professor” or “Instructor”.
It’s such a shame, that the foreign business took back the power of attorney, the company also ended, he’d changed tracks, to work for a foreign company, continued his work in his research, and later on, he’d become a partner, and set up a factory in China, and developed a new line of products, and his new line’s quality exceeded the products put out by people in his industry.
Finally, the factory had, started operating well, and, my husband fell ill, not only was he damaged physically, his intelligence, his language abilities also deteriorated; at the start of his rehabilitation, I’d often heard the nurses ask, “What’s your name?” “What’s fifty minus four?”, “is this a toothbrush or a table?”, and an assortment of depressing questions. But thankfully, these couple of years, we were blessed with helps from others, plus my husband’s own working hard, he was able to, recover a lot of the memories from way back when; and now, other than not using his damaged left hand to tap on the keyboards, he is now in the process of writing and editing his third professional volume, and two years ago after he’d retired, he’d taken a day out of the workweek, to return to his workplace to volunteer, to help his coworkers solve any technical problems they were having. It is, hard for me to imagine how he was able to return back to normal, from being so seriously injured from before, and I am so full of thanks.
picture from the papers…
A person is going to receive so many compliments in a lifetime, and, maybe, some of the compliments are just words of kindness that people feel proper to say to you, but my husband who’d worked hard, for over forty years, after he’d fallen ill, he’d still gotten these fulfilling compliments about him, it’d made my heart warm, I’m so proud of him.
So, despite what he’d lost, he’d still, worked really hard, to get everything back, and I’m sure it wasn’t easy for him to, but, he’d kept working harder, harder, and harder still, until finally, he’d gotten everything that he’d lost back, and more than that too.
Life, the Obstacle Course 