Treasure what we have… treasure the people… the experience…all the big and small… My dad passed away in late March and rest in God’s arms. In my dad’s late stage, we managed to have some good sharing and I have marked down and kept all those conversations, to me they are all precious memory.
In one of our conversations, I recalled to my dad a sharing from him in the old days.
It was a street scene my dad encountered in his childhood… In the street scene, my dad met a guy who did not have any forearm but the guy did not give up but instead the guy engraved stamps by using a sharpener with his mouth and cut the wood to make the stamps to earn his living. An encouraging and beautiful picture.
Never give up in facing challenge and toughs.
