I'm the first grandchild in my family, which means something in my life. As the first grandchild, I have caught attention of the whole family. My grandparents, uncles, aunts an my parents, they all indulge me. In addition, they tend to idolize me. In their eyes, I'm really cute, talent, docile, hardworking and seem to be perfect. Some stories about my childhood have been told again and again as legends. The "story" of my first vaccination has been told for dozens of times. That I was the only kid who did not cry when being injected made my grandmother really proud. They has made me become a great model for all of my younger sisters and brothers. It has become a kind of pressure on me because I dont want to make them disappointed, I dont want to ruin that perfect image. Fortunately, it is a positive pressure which forces me to act in a right way, not kind of pressure which makes me feel exhauted.
[am I cute?]
Until now, the person who has biggest influence in my life is my grandmother. As I say above, all of my family members indulge me and perhaps she does most, even when she already has up to 7 children. She is always on my side even when I do something wrong. Once time, when I was in grade 3, I aked my mother to buy a stylish pen like my friend's. My mother bought a pen for me, bu not the stylish one so I sulked. She was angry and wanted to teach me with a rod. But my grandmother protected me, even she blamed my mother for buying a wrong pen. She overindulged me but somehow it made me feel even more regretful than any scolding. Moreover, she taught me to be a good person not by delivering speeches but by her own behavior. Since I watched the way she offered a poor old beggar a cake, I have had a special sentiment toward the poor old people. I wish to establish an organization which can help old people. I wish someday I would not see the scene of old people begging on the street or working hard to make a living.
[my grandmom and I]If there is something that makes me feel unpleased with my life, it must be a serie of physical pain that I have suffered since I was young. It started with a terrible accident when I was 2 years old. People say that while chasing a cat (that's so strange because now I'm extremely
afraid of cats), I jumped into a big hot pot. My right leg was scalded severely. The first hospital gave up. Luckily, my family did not. They found another one to cure me and they did succeed. This accident left a big scar on my skin, which reasulted in another surgery when I was a teenager. It was not only a cosmetic surgery but also a need to prevent a kind of cancer. Now, I'm facing with another surgery with my jaw, again not a mere cosmetic surgery. And while writing these words, the incision at my gums is killing me. Sometimes I have a grudge against this life. Do I deserve to suffer this pain? Why did that accident happen? Why dont I have a healthy jaw like everybody? This life seems to be so severe with me. But when I look around, I see one of my friend from FIS suffering deadly cancer, I still think that life is so unfair, but not to me.
About the obituary of Natalia Estemirova
I am asked to choose an obituary and say something about that person. When skimming through a list of obituaries on Economist Magazine, I suddently found an obituary that sounds a little familiar. It turns out that I have already skimed through a news about the death of this person on a Vietnamese magazine. I only remember that she is a human activist who was killed in some country which sounds like a battlefield to me. I thought that it's just a everyday occurrence. Many people die in battles daily, she is just one of them. But now I need to choose someone so I decided to read more carfully. After reading more carefully, including browsing the overview of Chechnya's history and current situation, she becomes my "chosen person".
Natalia Estemirova is a human campaigner who was kidnapped and murdered for what she advocates. She had a lot of conflict with Ramzan Kadyrov- the authoritarian Chechen president as she opposed the Chechen government for violating the civil rights. She was also the one who revealed hundreds of cases of kidnapping and mudering which were conducted by the government. She loved to tell the truth and she died for that enthusiasm.
It reminds me to the death of someone else- professor Seymour Papert- a professor emeritus at Massachusetts Institute of Technology. When being in Hanoi for a conerence, he was amazed and frightened by the traffic here. He found a similarity between the way Hanoian travel and one of his theory about human behaviour (In there he compared the traffic in Hanoi with the way a flock of ants moves). Moreover, he even intended to build a mathematical model to examine Hanoi's chaotic street. I read about his thought on a magazine and was very eager for his findings. Unfortunately, he died in a traffic accident while talking about that project.
These two people both died while they were working hard and pursuing their roads, their passion and ideal. Natalia loved and respect human and took risk to ask for human rights. Seymour loved science and was kill by the very object he was researching.
In some sense, I dont think that they could be a good model for me ( ofcourse I dont want to die while doing my favorite stuff). But they show me a way to have a meaningful life, that is to have a passion and do your best to pursuing that passion until the end of your life.
You look very cute.
ReplyDeleteyeah...cute (when being baby! lol) =))
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