The stories of everyday people, that’s touching, and, most of the amazing stories, come from the ordinariness of life, translated…
That morning, I’d gone to exercise at the construction site of the Shuinan Economic Trades Park, and bumped into my neighbor, Chiu-Hsiang who was picking up the cans of the drinks the workers finished; and so, I’d, slowed my paces down, helped her with it, and struck up a conversation with her.
Chiu-Hsiang’s fate was unkind, she was given up for adoption, after she’d graduated elementary school, she’d started making a living, to support her family. After she was wed, before the birth of her youngest son, her husband passed away, and she can only, raise up her two sons on her own, other than working in the printing factory, she’d gotten up early, to collect the recycling materials, and she’s also needed to drop her kids off at school and pick them up afterwards.
As I’d focused on picking up the cans and bottles I’d found, her voice shattered the temporary silence, she’d asked me if I were still, submitting my articles, and hoped that I can write a story on the gynecologist who took care of her births. turns out, fourteen years ago as she had a caesarian section for her youngest son, she’d lost a lot of blood, the gynecologist, Dr. Huang learned of the trying circumstances in her household economics, he’d not only gave her a $2000N.T. worth of iron shots, and, he’d helped her reduced the fees for her hospitalization too.
“Dr. Huang is a lifesaver to me, every New Year’s, I’d taken some gifts to visit him, but, Dr. Huang always told me to just bring the kids by, and not spend any money. This year, I’d wanted to buy something to take to him when I visit him, but unfortunately, I couldn’t write, so, if you can help me pen down the story of him helping me, it should be, a unique sort of a gift.” I’d smiled and told her, even if my article was printed out, I will give her the money I received for my submission, but Chiu-Hsiang shook her head, “I won’t take your money, that was what you’d earned, with your mind, the present I bought with my wages, that, would be, from me!”
As Chiu-Hsiang spoke, she’d, swiftly, packed up the recycling materials onto her bicycle, before she’d left, she’d told me optimistically, “Look! I’d trained my physiques, and, did something for the environment, I’d, killed two birds with one stone here!”
I saw her leave, and my vision became, blurred, I’m sure, that there are, still many heartwarming stories, which are, hidden, in the overlooked and forgotten corners of, this world.
And so, this, is the story, of an ordinary person, and, her tale is inspiring, as she’d, shown gratitude, to people who’d done what they could, to help her through the hardships of her life, and these are the stories, we should be hoping more for, especially right now.
Life, the Obstacle Course 