Two Sundays ago, I took this shot of an elderly lady in the park; she was enjoying herself in the middle of the city. She didn’t say a word, and while I was looking at her, neither did the caregiver say a word. But, I could sense in the lady the feeling of peace and satisfaction. This picture was not taken in Singapore.
Then, I began to see myself and my fellow SHC friends and members in a wheelchair. Various thoughts came to my mine. Many of us are fit, perhaps working and enjoying our lives. We cannot wait to see the rest of the world; so many countries to go and not enough time. We feel we are still somewhere up there, and that we have made it after all these years; and that no one should tell us what to do, how to do it right and that I am wrong. Then, one day, we land up in that wheelchair. No one talks to us, not even the caregiver, if we have one.
Ever since SHC started in 2005, I see many fit and young faces among Club members. Where will we be?
Terence Seah