Thursday, June 4, 2009

Gift

Don't be afraid, just have faith.
- says the Lord, our God

Rigid hospital bed. . . the clean smell of fresh linen. . . the usually unfavorable and often funny looking tie back cotton gown. . . pull string plastic bag for putting away change clothes.

For a brief moment, nurses chatting quickly disappeared in the background. . . The tick. . .tick. . .tick. . . sounding from the vital signs monitoring apparatus filled the ward. . . IV drips dropped silently marking their long distance travel.

All, once provoked an uneasy feeling of a dreadful and undesirable place. But, not today. A surprisingly calm sense came running through, being peace and at ease.

More than ever, the joy, hope and happiness were felt at best - right then, in the present, love and being with the loved ones.

DISCLAIMER:
This work is a product of the author’s creativity. Any resemblance in referencing to one’s work is entirely coincidental.


This is LIFE - the gift from God had given to me!
I’m taken it wholeheartedly.
Being given for or taken it all away. . .

Won’t get lost in the noise of this modern life
While one can find peace in silence reflection.

This is the LOVE that I wanna share
Share to all the people out there
Making the world a better place. . .

No more pain, worry or unhappiness that have left in us
As joy, hope and happiness have arrived in every moment.

Writer’s Notes
Those are lines popped up in my head and I have scribbled them down on a piece of guide paper given to me by a nurse at the pre-operative waiting room. I was with my Dad on that day as he was getting ready to have biopsy done at a general community hospital. And the book I brought along to read was Mother Teresa - A Simple Path compiled by Lucinda Vardey.

Monday, May 25, 2009

My Dad's Garden

Morning sunlight shimmering reflected off the night's dew drops holding on strong to the tips of freshly cut blades of emerald green grass. . . Early summer breeze blows gently, carried along the sweet scent of lilacs. . . Colorful annual sundial flowering buds open up toward the sky. . . Ah~ how beautiful and relaxing. . .

Backstory - The Introduction
Instead of creating another blog to help my Dad cataloging his gardening notes, I have decided to "rent out a space" here at 6B Production for the purpose of easy maintaining. Besides, I could make use of some extra blogging entries since I do not blog on a daily basic anyway.

But, hey, I should at least get credit for spending hours of free labor after work and on weekends helping him out with his garden. And trust me! Wait until you get to know my Dad, he is not an easy person to please.

With that being said, my Dad and I are just novice gardeners. We enjoy planting for the fun of it and much appreciation of nature at its best - the sun, the wind, the flowers. . .

At the base of the river birch tree (cây bạch dương đỏ) surrounding with
colorful annual sundial flowers (hoa mười giờ)

Look And You Will Find. . .
Can you spot "a tree face" in the above picture?
(Hint: An elephant uses this to wipe its eye.)

Với cái giá lạnh của miền Đông Bắc Mỹ, hoa mười giờ chỉ có thể khoe sắc trong ba tháng Hè mà thôi. Cho nên, hằng năm, hể trời vừa ấm lên sau khi Xuân sang thì má của Mỹ thường ra thăm chợ hoa ở các siêu thị địa phương hoặc/và nursery (garden center) ở các cửa hàng bán lẻ vật liệu xây dựng để tìm mua hoa mười giờ. Tại sao phải là hoa mười giờ? Đơn giản chỉ là chút nào gợi nhớ một lọai hoa cảnh từng quen thuộc ở Việt Nam.

Saturday, May 23, 2009

My Path

with the hope to inspire someone to follow their dreams
and be the best that they can be!

The Child We Once Were

"Cô ơi, cô bán gì đó cô?"
Hey Miss, what are you selling?

That is what my grandfather used to call out whenever he caught me playing a make-believe game of selling stuff.

It is true that I made a selling out of anything that I could get my hands on. Often, they were my sticky sweet rice breakfast, empty medicine cardboard boxes, and aloe vera succulent plant leaves (stems).

One day, I became the sticky rice lady filling up the empty stomach of my customers. Another day, I was a pharmacist working hard at the medicine counter to take care the well-being of my patients. Some other day, I sliced up aloe stems selling fresh green jello to the passersby.

That was how I enjoyed my breakfast, unknowingly advertised for my aunt's pharmacy house and mischievously shorten the stock of plants in grandfather’s herbal garden.

And when I was not playing alone, I played with my eldest sister and older brother.

We collected discarded wood blocks to put together school building completed with classrooms having tables, chairs and instructor desks.

We were the school students conversing in Elementary English. We were the school teachers giving knowledge lessons to our young. And we were the school janitors keeping the building clean and safe.

And that we had so much fun... becoming whoever we wanted to be and doing things that we truly loved and believed in.

* * *

Have Money Have Face… Is There True Happiness?

People are more likely to ask or they themselves once were being asked: "What do you want to be when you grow up?"

They are also the ones who judge and likely being judged by the way they dress the car or cars they drive, the job title they hold and the family from which they were born into. In the other words, "how much money does one have?" That is what happening in life.

So, a person must often choose between who she or he wants to be and who she or he needs to be.

Instead of recognizing one’s gifting ability, one would immediately starts to look for self-deficiencies and often gets lost trying to accommodate them as true dream and passion are setting aside.

If a deficiency is money, find a way to make a lot of it. If a deficiency is power, attain it at all costs.

Money and power are necessities of life, but they are not necessary everything in life.

Hidden behind the sugar-coating happiness and satisfaction resulting from money and power struggle, jealousy and superiority is the yearning for true happiness.

* * *

Remember Who You Are

It’s not uncommon for the elders in a Vietnamese family to set out three career goals expecting in their children and/or grandchildren to either becoming a doctor, a lawyer or an engineer.

It is not largely because of money and job security. It is more about the filial honor and duty.

In retrospect, I personally feel that it was a blessing for me not being pressured by grandfather or parents to follow a predetermined career path. Though, culturally, I have to admit that they might have actually hoped for such deep down inside.

Growing up, I was motivated to do well to have a better life. Since they were unable provide their children with monetary means for a secure future, the elders only had that to advise for the children’s sake. And it was through education, to learn with all one hundred percent of effort, to embrace challenges wholeheartedly and to be the best that one can be.

I was also taught to be humble and to not allow success to get into my head because there is always someone better. Stay competitive in good term by treating people the way that one wants to be treated. Probably the most important advice is to always remember who I am and where I come from.

Those are, perhaps, values that helped to guide my career path and to build the foundation for my work ethic.

* * *

Doing What You Love To Do

I once thought about becoming an airliner’s agent working at the ticketing counter simply for job security because people always have a need to fly.

My thinking was simple then. Little I know at the time that one day services like online reservation and check-in are being offered by every major airliner.

I also thought of becoming a math teacher since studying math was what I feel comfortable in doing letting alone the fact that English is my second language and that I’m scared to death of public speaking.

By college, I made the decision to major in Computer Science, a totally unfamiliar field which I thought to give it a try. Computing was new to me and it raised my curiosity.

Back in Viet Nam, I only heard about computer from a friend who took a computer typing class outside of school. Not until I came to America and received the schooling here that I actually worked on one.

As much as I enjoyed typing classes in high school, I didn’t have a pleasant memory working on a computer initially. I once lost an entire electronic copy of my term paper over the network and had to stay after school, spending hours, retyping the whole thing all over again. But, that didn’t discourage me.

The moment I saw the line "Hello, world!" printed out on the computer screen as a result from my very first C++ programming language program, I was determined to pursue my study in computing technology.

Since, that feeling never fades. Though, it does come with a bit of frustration sometimes. Nevertheless, it is rewarded as I recall walking around campus, from one academic building to the next, helping with Network and support of computer base systems for the university staffs and faculty members in those good old college days.

As I’m now making a living out of what I have learned and continue to learn, I enjoy what I'm doing.

Sitting in front of a computer for eight or more hours a day might not seemed like a decorated working day. However, it does have the equivalent of fun and excitement like any other jobs. I’m happy of the services that I’m taking part providing, to make an impact in making someone’s job easier.~

Thursday, April 2, 2009

The Bell

Tiếng chuông từ nhà Chúa
Thánh thót tiếng ngân nga
Hồi tâm con dừng lại
Về với Chúa hôm nay!

Literal English Translation version:
Tolling bell sounding from the house of God
Ah, how beautiful it sounds
Triggers awakening of one’s soul
Come! Let us go back to God’s house.

Friday, March 27, 2009

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Liễu buông mành liễu rũ
Hồ tĩnh lặng như gương
Vầng trăng vàng nhật khuyết
Thỏang nhẹ gió lung lay

Literal English Translation version:
Weeping willow hanging over a nearby lake
The water surface is still like a mirror
Reflecting the yellow moon from above
Gently, a wind blows by.
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