Many people like to have revolution during the new year time in order to make some good changes throughout the year. One of mine in this year is really nothing to do with revolution, but it is more like a wish, I hope my friend Blueberry and Asian can come to Utah at the end of this year. It will be great if they can see the return missionaries here in Utah, their kids and their life. At least, I hope they can also enjoy of the happiness I have when the time I am here. It will be a wonderful experience for them.
Richard and I talked about that a week ago. Richard, known as Elder Taylor, served in Hong Kong several years ago, a great friend of mine. I am staying in his house now during my new year break. He knows Blueberry and Asian when he just arrived Hong Kong as they were just baptized. Richard is very excited for their coming. He told his wife, Emilee, how much he wants them to stay in the house. Then I encourage Blueberry and Asian to shop no more in order to save up the money for the flight tickets. It is such a happy goal!
Richard and Emilee have a plan that they want to go to Disneyland with their kids this year. I am sure this must be fun to go as a family! There should not be anything can replace this happiness!
A couple of days after the conversation I had with Richard, he told me about how Emilee thought about the whole idea of the visit from Blueberry and Asian. Emilee suggested to postpone the trip to Disneyland in order to use the money to re-model the basement for an extra bathroom so then Blueberry and Asian can have a better place to stay. She wants to do it because she realizes Blueberry and Asian have to sacrifice to come here. I was touched when I heard it.
What a great lesson I learn from them; the true happiness is not necessary found in Disneyland, but we all can create our own by doing good for others.
Life has too many wonderful moments that need to be recorded! When you are able to remember something, it is a blessing! I always have a dream about writing a book or making a movie for the story is based on my life and my experience. Hopefully, it will begin from these words...
Monday, January 11, 2010
Friday, January 8, 2010
Never too late
Since I came to Provo to hang out with my friends from my mission, I was also able to spend time walking alone in the area I served while my friends were in class.
There is an old couple, the Anderson, living in the Grandview area. I always felt bad because I didn't stay in touch with them after my mission. I was very lazy as I didn't like writing letter, but it is the only way I can contact with them; e-mail is too new to them. I had been thinking about them a lot in the last few months especially since I came to Idaho. Eventually, I had the opportunity to do it today. I woke up in a hotel; I wanted to find a computer with Internet access to look for the address of them. But I ought to remember I am in Utah; I can't get whatever I want handy. I did test myself, I tested my how much I believe in the mission spirit I still have. I just followed the feeling to the direction and walked.
I was excited to see the convenient store Seven Eleven because I remember I liked to buy the chicken wings there for lunch. But this time, I bought two burritos. The taste was different from the wings but the similar feeling. I kept walking. I wanted to say "hi" to the people like what I did. There was a little bit sadness in my heart, I can't do the things I used to do anymore. I kept walking and thinking, to think of the feeling I used to have. Eventually, I faced an intersection. I stopped and wondered which direction I should go. I closed my eyes for a few second then I decided to turn life with all my confidence. I kept walking and passed by two houses. That is the one. There is a decoration with their name "Johnny and Arlene Anderson" on the door.
They remember me. They remember my name, Elder Tang. There will never be any better feeling than being called Elder Tang. Sister Anderson told me the things I don't even remember. Several minutes later, a member of the ward came by. She was there because she needed to interview the Anderson about the things happened in the last six months. It seemed like I was there the right time to hear the story. Several minutes later, I wished that story was never happened. Brother Anderson was suffered from a serious illness in the last six months since he fell over. He had few surgeries. Sister Anderson was told many times from the doctors that he didn't much time left. She was asked if she had "any plan" for him. She did; but the plan meant to her was not to give up. Many prayers and fasts, Brother Anderson broke the words of the doctors, he is able to live. It is a miracles. I can't never believe that it did happen when he opened the door for me. But it happened.
I was so glad for this visit. I understand why I kept thinking of them that much in the last few months.
I am glad that I was not too late.
There is an old couple, the Anderson, living in the Grandview area. I always felt bad because I didn't stay in touch with them after my mission. I was very lazy as I didn't like writing letter, but it is the only way I can contact with them; e-mail is too new to them. I had been thinking about them a lot in the last few months especially since I came to Idaho. Eventually, I had the opportunity to do it today. I woke up in a hotel; I wanted to find a computer with Internet access to look for the address of them. But I ought to remember I am in Utah; I can't get whatever I want handy. I did test myself, I tested my how much I believe in the mission spirit I still have. I just followed the feeling to the direction and walked.
I was excited to see the convenient store Seven Eleven because I remember I liked to buy the chicken wings there for lunch. But this time, I bought two burritos. The taste was different from the wings but the similar feeling. I kept walking. I wanted to say "hi" to the people like what I did. There was a little bit sadness in my heart, I can't do the things I used to do anymore. I kept walking and thinking, to think of the feeling I used to have. Eventually, I faced an intersection. I stopped and wondered which direction I should go. I closed my eyes for a few second then I decided to turn life with all my confidence. I kept walking and passed by two houses. That is the one. There is a decoration with their name "Johnny and Arlene Anderson" on the door.
They remember me. They remember my name, Elder Tang. There will never be any better feeling than being called Elder Tang. Sister Anderson told me the things I don't even remember. Several minutes later, a member of the ward came by. She was there because she needed to interview the Anderson about the things happened in the last six months. It seemed like I was there the right time to hear the story. Several minutes later, I wished that story was never happened. Brother Anderson was suffered from a serious illness in the last six months since he fell over. He had few surgeries. Sister Anderson was told many times from the doctors that he didn't much time left. She was asked if she had "any plan" for him. She did; but the plan meant to her was not to give up. Many prayers and fasts, Brother Anderson broke the words of the doctors, he is able to live. It is a miracles. I can't never believe that it did happen when he opened the door for me. But it happened.
I was so glad for this visit. I understand why I kept thinking of them that much in the last few months.
I am glad that I was not too late.
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