WHEN WAS THE LAST TIEM U TRIED SOMETHING NEW?
My question for you today.
Pondering about the question?
It isnt very hard.
but..
It takes time to recall..
Today i tired something new.
And.
I was proud of myself.
It was not a big acheivement.
What i did was nothing big and glamourous neither was it small and embarassing.
What i did was useful to myself and to the society.
Haha.
To me it was.
Well...
Another question.
"Community involvment programme"
What 1st comes into your mind?
Dread?
CIP hours?
CIP again?!?!
What the hell..?
Oh wells.
That is what comes into my mind too.
But this time it was different.
I forced myself to do it.
I forced Joanne to do it with me.
Both of us motivates one another?
We went to ADA HORIZON.
It's near our school.
Its and old folks home.
But!
It is no ordianry old folk home.
Its a day care cantre..
And..
The old folks there..
Has..
DIMENTIA
Heard about it before?
May i ask..
What's the 1st thing that comes into your mind when i mentioned old people with Dimentia?
They are forgetful?
They are troublesome?
They are hard to handle?
They are irritating?
Well thats what i thought so too.
I was thinking..
If i cannot tolerate my own grandmother or even my parents and friends.
What makes me think that i can tolerate people like those?
I feared.
I was afraid i would lose my temper as always.
I was afraid i would just give up...
And so happen.
Joanne felt the same...
But both of us were willing to try our best.
It was an eye opener.
It was nothing of what i thought it would be.
The people there ranged from..
SERIOUS TO MILD.
They were not what we called troublesome..
They were not irritating.
They were normal..
Well..
On the surface they are..
They were fun people to mix with.
They were nice.
They were intersting.
We had activities.
We had singing sessions.
We had dancing sessions.
We chatted with the old people.
Although they speak dialect.
But me and joanne could still understand abit.
Although sometimes they go out of point,
or they forget what u were saying..
They were nice.
Those were the mild ones..
They can even dance and enjoy thenselves..
They can sing..
But
The serious ones cannot.
They were sperated from the mild ones.
They were doing totally different activities.
Activities with no life?
All they could do was sit there and do some colouring.
Read some baby books.
or sit there and do nothing.
I pitied them.
And i worried,
I wonder if i am going to be like one of them.
I worried.
So did Joanne.
It was so sad to see them behaving just like a child again.
Well.
All we could do was sit and help out.
And nothing else.
This was the day for me,
I did something new.
Something that opened my eye.
Something that makes me understand people with dimentia more.
Something that made me feel more for old people and how to handle them with care like a fragile piece of art work.
Looking at those volunteers talking to the people and keeping them entertained..
U feel so much more to help them out.
And do my part.