Neatly laid out on my bed, a simple note was attached. I suddenly felt this gush of warmness in the heart.
One by one, my foreign students are returning to their countries for the long Christmas and New Year holidays. Occasionally I receive cards and little gifts from them.
I have not expected this gift from the young man. It is especially gratifying for me to see him finish his university studies and to express thanks to someone.
This young man was sent to me by his mother because she could not handle him any more. He was kicked out of school for playing truant. He was into computer games and cannot concentrate when it comes to books. He was very poor in social skills.
Coming from a filthy rich family, he has every thing he can ask for. He knows nothing about hardship. He knows nothing about compassion.
It was a tough 4 years for me. Every week we were fighting. Every week he was punished. It came to a point we don't speak to each other. Jaymes was the messenger. It hurts me to discipline kids, but I have to do it for their own good.
I slept well......
This morning as I passed by his room, I felt warmness again. This time it's anger. He forgot to switch off the air-con when he left!