Everyone of us has a story to tell. Having gone through half a century of living and working and being in and out of love, we certainly have encounter an experience that left a lasting impression.
We often wonder how we survive a certain situation in life which left us thinking and thanking providence that we are safe.
There are incidents in my life that left me thinking hard, was it a stroke of fate or lack of attention on my part?
Readers are encourage here to share their life stories.
Here are an excerpt of my life I want to share with you. I know that whenever we reveal a part of our life,
we put ourselves in a vulnerable position for others to judge us. Do we succumbed to such critical remarks or we stand firm in the belief that nothing will affect us as long as our conscience are sincere.
Some are ready to capitalise on the slightest mistake make which turn them into a monstrous rumour monger. Other take delight knowing that we commit a grave offence.
I have come to a stage of my life where I am past caring. Each step on our journey of life brings
us nearer to meet our Maker. Not many of us may live long enough to write our biography. Here is
such an opportunity. I believe story can be shared to bring out the intricacies and beauty of life.
Can we know joy without going through pain or happiness without sorrows. Most of us are well brought
up in life having parent that ensure that we are loved and are given an education that set them for
life, what about those that are deprived?
My story:
‘When I was in Secondary School, I remembered an incident that till today I wonder why I did it. It
was the school sport day, I was a venture scout. We were supposed to put up a show where some of us
have to walk on an omega bridge which is made of rope suspended about six foot from the
ground, another rope is suspended above our head. I have a part to play and that is to fall off the
bridge. As I fell off, the St. John Brigade rush forward to attend to me, the nurses were concern and enquire for my well being. A stretcher was make from two poles and a scout shirt act as the canvass. I was carried to the tent where I stood up and walk away without a scratch.
This act was enacted to show the preparedness of Boy Scout. How did I survive the fall, well, I was
able to break my fall because since young my dad took me for judo class, I think I have a blue belt
but my older sister the brown belt. Why did I shared this, it because if I fell wrongly, I may be paralyze for life!’
SHC platform is for us to meet new friend and to get better acquainted. Usually better rapport
are achieved in meeting or smaller group. Doing it here on the post is another ball game, can it
achieve some form of understanding and care among member?
Now you know a part of my life and what make me tickle, do I bite? Would you dare to share your most
unforgettable and memorable moments in your life here?
There are more incidents to share, my next installment:
How I try to ‘commit suicide’ when I did a bungee jump’
Dan
