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November 6, 2010

Unforgettable Kindness

Today is amazing :D

Aku pergi ke SMA St. Hendrikus pertama kalinya naik mobil sendiri. I've gone there once by taxi...a year ago!! Itupun sopir taksinya juga sempat bingung lewat mana.

So, I didn't really know the way. Yes, I've asked my friends how to go there, but...you know the problem of a woman with an imaginary map :P

Awalnya siy mau naik taksi, tapi akhirnya aku berubah pikiran. Sebelum jalan, aku doa supaya g tersesat. Memang g tersesat, cuma aku melanggar peraturan. Jalan yang aku ambil untuk ke SMA St. Hendrikus itu ternyata satu arah!!! Beberapa mobil nge-dim. (Mana sebelumnya juga mesin mobil sempet mati di tengah jalan yang rame!)

"Uh-oh...." Aku mulai bingung. Trus, ada sebuah mobil yang mendekat. Saya buka kaca jendela untuk bertanya, bukan untuk ngajak orang berantem.

"Mbak, ini jalan satu arah!, " kata si pengendara dengan gusar.

"Pak, saya mau ke Hendrikus..Gimana caranya?" Mungkin karena dia lihat aku bingung, dia ngasih tau dengan nada yang g setinggi sebelumnya :P

Pas putar, aku liat ada apotek. Daripada aku salah jalan lagi (karena setauku untuk ke Hendrikus dengan arah yang dikasih tau bapak tadi, berarti aku harus berputar di jalanan sempit yang rame.
Untuk ukuran kemampuan menyetirku sekarang ini, itu berarti kemacetan total di jalanan itu hehehe

So, aku masuk dan disambut dengan ramah oleh pegawainya.

"Sori, saya cuma mau tanya jalan ke Hendrikus," kataku sungkan. Dia kasih tau dengan sangat ramah.

Pas aku uda di dalam mobil mw nekat membuat kemacetan, ada pegawai lain yang deketi mobilku. Kupikir dia mau bantuin aku keluarin mobil dari area parkir apotek itu. Tapi gerak-geriknya nunjukin kalo dia mau ngomong sesuatu ma aku. Aku buka jendela dan dia bilang," Mbak, gpp kok kalo ngelawan arah, daripada mbak muter lagi. Pokoknya mbak jalannya di pinggir dan pelan. Deket kok Hendrikus dari sini, cuma 50m."

Teringat pengalaman sebelumnya yang aku di-dim bbrp mobil aku cm senyum sambil bilang ," Oh...gpp deh, mas, aku muter ae." Trus aku tanya (dengan tidak tau malu dan coba2)," Boleh nggak kalau saya nitip mobil disini?" 

"Gpp, mbak..tapi di sebelah pinggir sana ya." Tetap dengan ramah dan raut muka menyenangkan.

Uda parkir sana, aku jadi sungkan banget.. G beli apa2, eh...numpang parkir!

"Mas, gpp ta?"
 
"Iya, mbak. Gpp."
 
"Atau saya parkir depan sana aj ya?"
"Jangan, mbak! Kuatirnya ada apa2. Kalau di dalam sini aman. Gpp kok. Nanti saya beritahu manajer saya."

Oh...ada manajernya! "Saya ijin ke manajernya sendiri aj, mas."

"Belum dateng, mbak. Gpp kok. Nanti saya yang tanggung jawab."

Waduh! Tambah sungkan aku.

"Saya tinggali nomer telpon aj, mas.. Jadi nanti kalau manajernya datang dan keberatan, saya pindahin mobilnya."

"G usa jg gpp, mbak. Manajernya baik kok."
 
"Mas, saya sampe jam 4, lho." Aku mulai nitip itu jam 9.30an.
 
"Gpp. Kita buka sampe malem. Lagian kalau Sabtu biasanya sepi."
 
Anyway, I still gave him my phone number, just in case the manager objected (which I can really understand).
Sepanjang aku tadi kuliah, g da telpon sama sekali dari orang apotek tadi.
 
Sampe slesai kuliah, pas aku kesana lagi untuk pamitan, orang-orangnya masih tetep ramah dan mukanya tetap menyenangkan. Bahkan si manajer kasih tau jalan tembusan untuk ke Hendrikus. 
 
Kalau tadi dia mintain aku uang nitip mobil, aku pasti kasih. Tapi dia sama skali g minta. Dan karena lagi butuh shampo, aku beli disana (daripada keluar lagi...skalian).
 
Aku sangat terkesan dengan keramahan mereka.

Ini dia bungkus apoteknya. dan nama+alamatnya.





October 6, 2009

Excerpt from: The Heart of a Teacher



Excerpt from: The Heart of a Teacher


The child arrives like a mystery box...
with puzzle pieces inside
some of the pieces are broken or missing...
and others just seem to hide

But the HEART of a teacher can sort them out...
and help the child to see
the potential for greatness he has within...
a picture of what he can be

Her goal isn't just to teach knowledge...
by filling the box with more parts
it's putting the pieces together...
and creating a work of art

The process is painfully slow at times...
some need more help than others
each child is a work in progress...
with assorted shapes and colors

First she creates a classroom...
where the child can feel safe in school
where he never feels threatened or afraid to try...
and kindness is always the rule

She knows that a child
can achieve much more
when he feels secure inside
when he's valued and loved...
and believes in himself
...and he has a sense of pride

She models and teaches good character...
and respect for one another
how to focus on strengths...not weaknesses
and how to encourage each other

She gives the child the freedom he needs...
to make choices on his own
so he learns to become more responsible...
and is able to stand alone

He's taught to be strong and think for himself...
as his soul and spirit heal
and the puzzle that's taking shape inside...
has a much more positive feel

The child discovers the joy that comes...
from learning something new...
and his vision grows as he begins
to see all the things that he can do

A picture is formed as more pieces fit...
an image of the child within
with greater strength and confidence...
and a belief that he can win!

All because a hero was there...
in the HEART of a teacher who cared
enabling the child to become much more...
than he ever imagined...or dared

A teacher with a HEART for her children...
knows what teaching is all about
she may not have all the answers...
but on this...she has no doubt

When asked which subjects she loved to teach,
she answered this way and smiled...
"It's not the subjects that matter...
It's all about teaching the CHILD."

by Paula Fox

Dear Daddy,
Let me be a teacher like You. Let Your heart be mine.

September 8, 2009

I Have A Dream

This is part of "I have a dream" speech delivered by Martin Luther King Jr. When I heard it for the first time during my third year in college, I was so amazed by the power it had. It changed a big nation. I wish I could make a piece like this. Here it is:
I say to you today, my friends, that in spite of the difficulties and frustrations of the moment, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.
I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal."
I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at a table of brotherhood.
I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a desert state, sweltering with the heat of injustice and oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.
I have a dream that my four children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.
I have a dream today.
I have a dream that one day the state of Alabama, whose governor's lips are presently dripping with the words of interposition and nullification, will be transformed into a situation where little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls and walk together as sisters and brothers.
I have a dream today.
I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together.
This is our hope. This is the faith with which I return to the South. With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.
This will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with a new meaning, "My country, 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the pilgrim's pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring."
And if America is to be a great nation this must become true. So let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York. Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania!
Let freedom ring from the snowcapped Rockies of Colorado!
Let freedom ring from the curvaceous peaks of California!
But not only that; let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia!
Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee!
Let freedom ring from every hill and every molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let freedom ring.
When we let freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, "Free at last! Free at last! Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!"



I took the speech from that address.