aching story

something to share with you guys... A fresh batch of recruits just came to my camp for BMT, within 4 days, I had sent 2 guys to the SAF ward. SAF ward is a psychological ward which houses soldiers who are in " psychological distress ". The first guy who went in was a guy who was admitted due to suicide intent, who was obviously a " kengster ", he told me that this place was " shiok" like chalet like that. I felt like giving him 1 tight slap! there was the other guy, who had depression and was " zi bi". He kept bowing his head down, and when you ask him anything, he will say "i dont know" in chinese and keep staring at the floor. I think after the 3 rd day, he started to not speak at all and after 48hrs, i was told to sent him to the SAF ward at Alexendra hospital. upon reaching there, we were told to wait for the doc, in the meantime, me and his commander tried talking sense onto him for 3 hours, non-stop! because i heard from the medics there that the doc may sent him to woodbridge. I tried to get him to talk so that the doc will know what is his problem but to no avail. Than his father came, I talk to him, as we talk, i saw that at the corner of his eyes, tears were welling up and he started to choke on his words. The guy lost his mother at a young age and his father is supporting a whole family of 5 ppl and he is earning quite little. To see his son in such a condition, it wrenches his heart+ mine too. I felt very sorry for the father and helpless at the same time that i cannot do anything more to comfort the father. After that i felt so lucky that i have a nice family.

Sometimes it takes a little reminder to realised that you are actually very blessed to have your family members around you, and that things that you take for granted seem so significant when you lost it. i hope that you guys would treasure your family and friends and that no painful lesson is needed to remind you of it!

Cheers,
(P.S dorry for my poor standard of Eng :) )