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Friday, November 26, 2010


26th November 2010

Its 2.30am now. I should be asleep by now but my mind is still actively functioning. =.=' So yea, Sueyen's been complaining that I should update my blog so... Ta Da! Updates! Lolx.

Today's topic is regarding Appreciation. Let's begin with a story.


One day, one young academically excellent person went to apply for a managerial position in a multinational company.

He passed the first interview, the director did the last interview and would make the last decision.

The director discovered from the CV that the youth's academic result was excellent all the way from secondary school until the postgraduate research, never has a year which he did not score.

The director asked, "Did you obtain any scholarship in school?" and the youth answered "none".

The director then asked, "Is it your father who pay for your school fees?" the youth answered, my father passed away when I was one year old, it is my mother who paid for my school fees.

The director asked, "Where did your mother worked?" the youth answered honestly, my mother worked as a cloth cleaner. The director requested the youth to show his hand, the youth showed him a pair of hand that is smooth and perfect to the director.

The director asked, "Did you ever help your mother washed the cloth before?" The youth answered, never, my mother always wanted me to study and read more books. Furthermore, my mother can was cloths faster than me.

The director said, I have a request, when you go back today, go and help to clean your mother's hand, and then come see me tomorrow morning.

The youth felt that its chance of landing the job is high, when he went back, he happily wanted to clean his mother's hand, his mother feel strange, happy but mixed with fear, she showed her hand to the kid.

The youth cleaned his mother's hand slowly, his tear drop down as he did that. It is the first time he found his mother's hand so wrinkled, and there are so many bruises in her hand. Some bruises incites pains so strong that shiver his mother's body when cleaned with water.

This is the first time the youth realized and experienced that it is this pair of hand that washed the cloth everyday to earn him the school fees, the bruises in the mother's hand is the price that the mother paid for his graduation and academic excellence and probably his future.

After finishing the cleaning of his mother hand, the youth quietly cleaned all the remaining clothes for his mother.

That night, mother and son talked for a very long time.

Next morning, the youth went to the director's office.

The director noticed the tear in the youth's eye, asked: "Can you tell me what you have done and learned yesterday in your house?"

The youth answered, "I cleaned my mother's hand, and also finished cleaning all the remaining clothes".

The director asked, "Please tell me your feeling".

The youth said,

Number 1: I knew what is appreciation, without my mother, there would not be the successful me today.

Number 2: I knew how to work together with my mother, the only I realize how difficult and tough it is to get something done.

Number 3: I knew the importance and value of family relationship.

The director said, "This is what I am asking, I want to recruit a person that can appreciate the help of other, a person that knew the suffering of others to get things done, and a person that would not put money as his only goal in life to be my manager. YOU ARE HIRED.

Later on, this young person worked very hard, and received the respect of his subordinates, every employees worked diligently and in a team, the company's result improved tremendously.

Hence, moral of the story:

A child who has been protected and habitually given whatever he did, he develop "entitlement mentality" and always put himself first. He is ignorance of his parent's effort. When he starts working, he would assumed everyone must listen to him, and when he becomes a manager, he would never know how suffering his employees are and would always blame others. For this kind of people, he can have good result, may be successful for a while, but eventually would not feel the sense of achievement, he will grumble and be filled of hatred and fight for more. If we are this kind of protective parent, what are we actually doing??

Are we loving the kid??

or

Are we actually destroying the kid??

Therefore, you can let your kid lived in a big house, eat a good meal, learn piano, watch a big screen TV etc. But when you are cutting grass outside under the hot sun, please let them experienced it. After a meal, let them washed their plate and bowl together with their brothers or sisters (if any). It is not because you do not have the money to hire a maid, but it is because you want to love them in a right way. You want them to understand, no matter how rich their parents are, one day their hair will eventually grow grey, same as the mother of that young person. The most important thing is to let your kid learn how to appreciate the effort and experience the difficulty and learn the ability to work with others to get things done.

Which parents on earth would not want the best for their own child? Different parents show their love differently. Lecturing you 24/7 and allowing you to feel their hardship could be their very own way in bringing up the best of you. Love your parents as much as they love you. Others might back fired upon you but family, parents in particularly, will never backed away from you. They will be more than willing to be the first to lend a helping hand. I love you ma, pa.

Till then, its late, I should go get some sleep.

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