I didn’t plan a teaching career in a kindergarten. My interest and passion have always been in the arts. I spent two and a half years developing this interest. Unfortunately, I had to put an end to this pursuit owing to some personal commitments. So I went into teaching instead. There is a significant experience I would like to share during my short stint of service in the Good Shepherd ministries.
In August 2007, a group of us, Mariaville staff and family members, were given an opportunity to travel to Sabah as part of an annual trip. I took along my two younger sons, then aged seven and eight respectively. We spent the most memorable and educational days in one of the Sabah villages.
There were approximately 100 children that we met at the village. They were from poor families. What really caught my attention was an episode witnessed over lunch. The children were noisily, but happily, tucking into their lunch boxes containing plain rice and two pieces of KFC fried chicken. However, we observed that several children ate only the rice. We were curious and wanted to understand their behaviour. “Why did they not want to eat the fried chicken? Was it not to their taste and liking?” I asked one of the staff members in Sabah. We found out that they had wanted to bring the fried chicken home to share with their family members at dinner. This tells a lot about the children’s love and generosity for their family despite their financial hardship and circumstances.
This touching experience taught my children and me to look at life from different perspectives. For my sons, they had learnt a valuable lesson on the value of money and about sharing. For me, the lesson is about loving and valuing my family.
I thank the Good Shepherd mission for these precious lessons which have definitely made a vast difference in my life.