Precious

This post is regarding to the suicidal tendencies stated on the news recently:

When I had an accident last July, I was wounded quite badly. I had my knees and hands bruised and my front tooth cracked. It was different from the one happened on my last blog. This was two months before.

So I got home with my dad, bruised here and there. When I got home, my mom cried. I didn’t cry at all. It was hurt, but it was okay. I sat on the chair in my living room, when my sister came with along with water and else, suddenly she hugged me, and she cried her eyes out while saying, “Thank God you’re okay. Thank God you’re still alive.” I nearly cried. My mom and my sister cried in my place. I never knew I was that precious until I saw them cried that badly.

Then I realized: human are designed particularly that way to live side by side, connected to each other. No matter how we live in this world, our lives intersect with others’, and that’s when we should realize that our lives are not only ours anymore. Our lives are others’ too. Our lives are theirs, too. There would at least be one person, crying for our sake when we are gone; that everyone is precious.

Love and hug

Jill Bobby