Sunday, May 3, 2015

Thanking my angels...

Good morning, friends
Please consider this as a serious PSA.

I felt blessed & honoured to have my mum & great aunt with me in Cape Town this weekend. I wanted to pamper & do as much as I could with them. But as we know, higher powers tend to overrun our plans.

Yesterday I experienced my first car accident.
My mum, aunty & I are all FINE...الحمد لله

Needless to say it was terrifying.

I was going uphill on Kloofnek Road when a driver coming downhill lost control & hit my car. Mum & I saw it happening before our eyes..like a movie in slow motion. The impact was hard and we are just a bit bruised and sore, but ok.

I am trying not to think of all the "could, would, should haves" but rather focus on the most important - Our lives that were saved.

I am sharing this story for others to please practice safety & precaution on the road at ALL times. My parents have always said that we need to think for other drivers. Be aware of all vehicles around you and take note of how they are driving. Maintain a safe driving distance & keep to the speed limit. Wearing a seat belt goes without saying.

Such things are sometimes unavoidable, but we are giving many THANKS to be safe. THANK YOU to ALL my angels ♡

Tuesday, April 28, 2015

Korean Mama

I always say that when I left South Korea five years ago, I left a part of my heart there.

After work today, I planned to go home and make soup for dinner. But I found myself parked outside my favourite Korean restaurant. It would be my first solo Korean meal, but I'm proud to say that I know my way around Korean cuisine - as long as it's all veg!

The place is owned by a Korean couple - the lovely lady in the pic is affectionately known to me as "Mama".

At first I was hesitant to dine alone, but I  was greeted so warmly. Truth be told, a meal in Mama's restaurant is like eating in a mum's kitchen. She hovers around making sure everything is ok. And today...I was without my dinner partners, no translators - real life / digital!

Mama's English is far better than my Korean, but today we were armed with notepaper and a pen! You can't believe that Mama sat with me throughout my meal. We spoke about so much - current news, movies, religion, life away from family...

Once again, it is proven that age, religion & language barriers can be broken!

Thursday, April 16, 2015

We've all been here...

It's like someone
stands on my chest
with her high heels
poking through
my flesh and bones.

My throat closes up
and I can't breathe.

Tears well up,
but they don't fall.

If they do,
Everyone will know.

Everyone will know
that my smile is a facade.

Everyone will know
that my heart is shattered.

Everyone will know
my secret.

I should be happy.
I'm alive.
I have everything
I could possibly need.
I'm short of nothing.

But inside,
I'm dying
a slow, painful death.

It's like fire
raging through my veins.

Somebody make it stop.
Stop.

I'm drowning.
The ocean floor is near.

Help me, please.
Help me.
Help.

I need to smile again.

Wednesday, April 15, 2015

Messages from Mother Nature

Today I felt like a higher power spoke to me. In the form of this rainbow.

"There is light at the end of the tunnel," said my mother. And when I told mum about the rainbow, she said: "...and there's probably a pot of gold at the end of it!" (maybe?)

As cliché as these sayings are, they do ring true. "Nothing very good or very bad lasts for very long."

Rainbows prove this! ♡

Thank you
Shukran
Teşekkür ederim
Obrigada
Merci

Wednesday, April 8, 2015

Respect begets respect

Interesting discussion with a student about how I, as a teacher, am addressed.

Some students (aged 17 to 70+) ask what I prefer being called. Believe me, I have heard everything from "Teacher, Sheetal, Shatoola, Teacher Sheetal, Miss Sheetal, Mum, Aunty, My Sister, My Teacher...even Teach!"

(By the way, my heart melts with these terms of endearment)

My dear student went on to say that in his culture, it is unheard of to call the one who imparts knowledge by their first name.

I can relate & still call my own teachers by saying Mrs, Mr & even "Mevrou" ;)

Respect goes a VERY long way & I believe it is the root of everything in life. Respect for yourself, your parents, your teachers...and everyone around you.

For me, it's not so much about what I am called, but how I am treated.

"Respect begets respect."

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