Mrs. Morgan's..

Im like.. soaked with loads of indons these few days.. 'dok mau gua kasi cerita?? gua bisa benyuit kasi lu iya?'. Since CNY is 4 days away, they kept on tellin me about their pesawat as well. Nasi lemak in indonesia is called nasi gemuk or nasi buduk(not sure bout the spelling).. nasi buduk can only be found in jakarta.. but somehow or rather they come from the lemak origin. Lols. Indonesians have played a big part in me. I have been mingling with them since i was 9 years old. They are not that bad as they seemed to be. =)

Anyways, when i was back home during the holidays, just after the new year celebration. I was given the opportunity to minister to this poor kid. Doctors diagnosed him with leukaemia. He received that heartbreaking news with a very calm heart. This poor kid once had dreams. He was very playful and smart, sed his mom. And because of this poor kid, they actually hope for a miracle that can only be found in Jesus. They were(?!) buddhist. But with a determine heart and alil faith, this boy decided to believe in hope. So a group of us went to minister him in the hospital. He smiled a lot. Didnt talk much. Ive been updated yesterday that he has only until CNY to live. Parents have been informed, not the boy. He is still hoping. Hoping. He is 17.

I asked myself.. How do i live my life? Why did i crave for death when weaknesses took over me? He wants to live and see this world when some of us can just throw our life away within a few minutes. God works in a way that we could not comprehend but i believe in this boys death, another family is saved. That should be my comfort. When i looked at him, i saw victory. His race is almost nearing the finishing line. Still i am thankful that i can have another year to live. I am more grateful than ever and in life, nothing is definite but death is inevitable.

Bah. Another homecoming awaits me.. yayness.