make one's day

In the last two days, I found many interesting things. First, yesterday I came across a young gentleman attending Biology Department of Loyola University Chicago. We got acquainted to each other and spent the whole trip on the bus from Lake Shore Campus to Pearson bus stop sharing our own experiences. It was a good experience for me, because it turned out to be an interesting time for me. The name of the 19-year old gentleman, a sophomore, is Tasso. He was born in the US, but his parents are from Greek. The discussion was triggered by a small incident that I saw. A young black man crossed the street when the traffic light did not allow him to do so. The traffic was not that busy. Seeing the man in front crossed the street, a young women was provoked to do the same thing. I directly came to a quick conclusion: violating law is contagious. When we see a model to follow, it is very likely for us to follow the thing, even when we know very well that the thing is totally wrong. I told him my perspective about the thing and that was a good start for a nice talk. Finally, as I promised I sent Tasso a pie of writing that I wrote pretty long time ago, or last year. The writing is about the death of my father, and how I learned from the funeral time.

I received a quick reply. Tasso acknowledged that he started the day with a bad mood. He only had one thing to do for the day. He did a little chore for a friend, i.e. picking up his/her visa. That was all. He did not have any spirit that day. What surprised me much was his reply: he turned to be more motivated after we exchanged our experience. I remember that it is good to make a day. making a day means doing little things for other people that help them cheer up. Doing this way, we certainly help others improve many things in their lives as well.

Another thing that I learned yesterday was the time of discussion with Mary Theis. I was very grateful to be in her office in the first session. I was expected to spend only twenty minutes, but it turned out to be thirty five minutes. We had a good conversation. The things that I remember most were: first -- I told her that I am now learning how to deal with other people more appropriately. Sometimes, I feel too pushy, asking too much from other people. But, working in the group of twelve, with different characteristics, I certainly learn how to control myself. I learn how to be less pushy and more tolerant. In this way, I reduce my tension. I can be more easily adaptive as well. The second thing that I discussed with her is the idea of miracle. I told her that I wait for a miracle to happen. I will certainly stay longer here. My study requires me to stay longer and work much harder. I told her that the best arrangement for me and my family is to get here, work and gather enough money to pick my family. It is not necessarily something easy to do. IT is totally a tough thing. She replied that she had the authority to manage things to ensure that I work as an adjunct teacher/instructor. This position is not only good for my family and me, in the sense of earning money to live, but more than that, it is more important for me to get experience of working as an adjunct teacher/instructor. Working in a rich context can serve a better future for me. I could earn a meaningful experience that in turn will equip me with professional job later in my life. It means that I will have more opportunity to offer better things for more people.

In addition to two things, I also learned pitiful things in India. As usual, I listened to radio every day. By listening to radio, I obtain much knowledge and my English certainly gets improved much. I was so moved by a documentary report on India's economy and the fact that the country's economy is improving, but poverty is rampant in remote areas. It is very surprising that people suffer from economic suffering. There is an enormous economic gap in India. The report was so shocking, because the reporter went to remote area. Accompanied by a native Indian, he visited poor villages. I was so moved. Once they came across a very poor village. The villagers eat rats to survive. They do not have enough food. The reporter interviewed a woman with six children. The eldest son is ten years old. The youngest is six months old. The husband -- accompanied by the eldest son -- goes to the nearest city to get menial job, coming back once a month. At home, the wife stays with her five kids. Very often however, the kids are often left home, taken care by the second child, that is eight years old. The reason is simple, the mom works in a neighboring farmland, earning 25 pence a day. With that little money, how can the family survive? I could not help crying, I burst into tears when I heard children crying. Hunger is not unusual among them. In this country, food is everywhere. This world is highly unfair.