Me Story – The Mother Who Loves

My story is incomplete without my mother in it.

Today, I was reminded about my mother. Nothing particular sparked the though, just the fact that I miss her and how she always reminded me everything will be all right and there is something about a mother’s assurance when she says that phrase.

My mom was always supporting me. She was my foundation, the pillar that kept me standing, the person who would clean up my mess, and will do her best in giving the best life for me. I can’t say the same for myself as a son. When she asked me to clean up, do a little chore around the house, I would complain. I would defy and rebel; still my mom never hated me for it. She would do the chore herself even though she was sick. Her love goes beyond death itself. My mom was a survivor of cancer (if I’m not mistaken, approximately 10 years). She’s in the hearts of those who love and remember her; she’s in my life more than ever from beyond death on earth.

She wasn’t always present in my life. In the last 7 years of her life, she’s spent more time with me than the many years I was growing up. She believed supporting me financially was the best she could have done. She realized that spending time is just as important, if not, more. It took me many years before I could be open with her. She tried her best at everything. She was strong, surviving not one but two different cancers. It rings in my head when people quote, “Third time’s a charm.” Personal experience has shown me there is nothing charming about a third time, especially when it’s cancer.

My mom didn’t think she did enough for her children (my sister and I). That’s why she fought the cancer, wanting to spend more time with us. What she didn’t realize is that she has shown me more in the last 7 years of her life than she ever had. She has shown me the courage it takes to go through life and the complains of a child is nothing because love overcomes it.  She has shown me that being small in stature means nothing when it comes to having the biggest heart.

My mother is a warrior in life. She is the reason why I do not quit in life. She gives me hope. Memories of her brings me both happiness and sadness, smiles and tears. She will always be remembered as the mother who loves.

Rain Haiku

“Rain falls drip drop drip
rain gushing the wind blowing
when will you stop rain?”

~Matthew Wong

Fragile’s Life

“Life is fragile, just a moment in time.

The next breath, the next blink,

then next time you think;

life is precious, never waste your time.”

Misusing Power

I enjoy driving. I also enjoy observing other people drive around me. The rational (or irrational) decisions drivers make everyday. I would like to talk about regular drivers and our stupidity as drivers, but today, I’m veering toward something I’d like to say “misusing the given power.”

I respect police for what they do and how they keep the streets safe, but there are times I feel police just do what they feel they need to do without thinking as well. Steering traffic while the light’s out on a major street isn’t an easy job, but when police makes their decisions in those situation, they’re not optimal and the best. They forbid certain lanes to move even though there won’t be a collision, such as right turns when the perpendicular lanes are turning left. This isn’t to say that all cops are this way, and I might be judging too harshly, but they are the people who protect the streets that I drive on.

Tonight while driving home, I came across a cop car that was speeding. I admit, I was too, 5MpH above speed limit. I was on the right most lane (3 lanes on this particular street). It was moving with traffic, but the cop was going faster than me. The cop steered through traffic, weaving in and out of traffic, just like almost any other drivers would if he/she was behind slower cars. I didn’t think much of it, cause the cop could drive well. What came to me as a surprise though was that the cop turned on the siren and lights as soon as we reached a red traffic light. He/she was in the front, so obviously stopping traffic to go through it. The light turned green for us regular drivers very soon after and we drove normal. The sad thing is the cop turned off his/her siren, still going at a regular speed, not being in an emergency, as soon as he/she crossed the intersection. Less than 200 yards away was another red light. The cop turned on his/her siren and lights again getting ready to bypass that light when it turned green right before he/she reached it. The cop courteously turned his/her flashing lights off and drive onward passing everyone.

Here’s the dilemma. Was the cop trying to get somewhere in a rush? or was the cop just misusing his/her power. Many might stand up for the cop, but not me. This is the second time in two weeks. The cop was going no where fast enough to be rushing somewhere. He barely made 60MpH on the 50MpH road. No, I do not have a speed detector, but any driver who knows his own speed knows how fast a car next to him/her is driving, in approximate numbers. If he/she was and not trying to rush through traffic, he/she could have left the lights and siren on while driving straight through. Sure the cop might not want to misinform any drivers that he/she is pulling over, but I would think that if you were driving in the middle lane with your lights and siren on, you would want to get pass me instead. Common sense and common courtesy is what I say while driving. It’s sad enough that drivers don’t have enough of that, courtesy that is, but even worse cops misusing their power for their personal drive on the road.

There’s Always a First in Experience

It was my first time at a Monster Jam and it was an experience alright. It wasn’t the most thrilling thing in the world, but it was definitely an exciting event that I’ve never been to before. Big monster trucks racing, smashing, and doing some crazy stuns. Might I add the big air time they get with such a big truck is pretty darn amazing.

I got to go with my girlfriend’s family. They’ve done this for 8 or 9 years now and this was my first. Definitely a good time to enjoy with a family. I’m thankful and grateful to them for all they’ve done, even being able to eat dinner with them is a blessing.