Life after the close risk that I could be dead

On a beautiful winter morning I walked down the slope from my home with my dog Ginger. I found a pile of black trash in the middle of the slope road. Since I had the habit to clear it away to keep our environment clean, I bent down to pick it up. But there are more than two items so I managed to take out my glove and put the trash into the plastic bag. In this about 3 more seconds, I just heard a car running down the slope. I know there is no time for me to escape while my head was down yet facing uproad. It is just a second before the car may crash into my head and I heard the sudden braking noise.



That is the noise that keep my life going intact. Without it, I could be a victim of accident, whether in perfect coma or simply pass away...I just feel I am through with a unexpected but ridiculous risk. If I was hit with bad luck by this reckless speeding driver in a private street, my life will be truncated. Should I thank the driver for successful braking, or blame him for driving fast? I don't recognize him and I didn't see him when he moved on and leave. That is no important to me, I feel. What is important is that I survive this risk and I am thankful for God. I have even more reasons to pay back the society with what I have right now.

Small performance in Taiwan

Early November 2009, I visited a good friend Robert's beach side village to watch thousands of migranting birds. In the evening, he invited his brother in law to demonstrate his calligraphy whle I also make a small performance. I feel good to see my experience accumuated with skill improving by seeing more talented people. This trip to Southern Taiwan was specially arranged in my busy trip itinerary, and I think it is well worth it, and I have to thank Robert for the arrangement .

This hobby of calligraphy will be my main way to fill (not kill, I think) time at night for the simple life pattern in the United States. I am glad I pick this rather than Majoon which requires more partners to play. All I need is just the brush pen, black inn, paper for tools, and a mood for doing so. The good part of it is that when I feel my product is good enough, I can show off and give friends as an elegant gift that virtually cost me nothing.

Contents of the writing material makes me to know more of the literal artist of anicent Chinese. This again is another touch of the rich culture of Chinese ancestors. I just feel I can be part of the cuture after all.