Category Archives: Blessings
I took a few classes in anatomy in uni where I learnt a lot of very practical stuff (how can I not? It’s about this human body I use day in day out). Part of the syllabus was learning the many, many ways fetal development could go wrong.
They range from not too bad (having the heart on the right instead of the left), to deadly (not having a brain at all. It’s pretty gruesome picture).
Then I look at myself, and I have no such problems. I (and many others in the world) have dodged all kinds of these dangers before we were even born. It’s like an untold epic battle of survival, right in our mothers’ womb.
For some of us, the victory isn’t as flawless, with battle scars that can be life threatening, superficial, or just downright bizarre. But even if we’re missing limbs or have extra limbs, we’re still alive, and technology is on the quest to fix everything and anything.
What’s the point of this post?
I don’t really know, to be honest. It’s just something that struck me while I was in class looking at all the different ways my body could have betrayed me.
Not long ago, my flight home got delayed. Anticipating the long waiting time, we decided to check out the airport lounge. We had two priority passes, enough for two out of our family of four to go in. That… wasn’t enough, but better than all four of us doing nothing for the next few hours.
Then, out of nowhere, a stranger behind us produced two priority passes. He used one for himself, and offered the other card for us, allowing three out of four to enter. His card also allowed guests to enter the lounge for a decent fee. So, do we pay the fee and have all of us enter the lounge together? Or do one of us just take the hit and wander outside alone?
We chose to pay the fee, which turned out to an excellent decision, because our flight was further delayed. Now, instead of anxiously waiting for the plane to finally resolve its technical problems, we didn’t mind extra delays (too much) while we enjoyed food, wi-fi, and showers.
At one point, I could have said that “Our flight was delayed, but I’ve never felt so fresh going up the plane”, but just as we were about to enter the gate to our flight, we found out that the plane had been delayed by another hour. We decided to go in, even though those who entered were not allowed to come out again. That means the poor souls inside could have been trapped for hours.
In the end, we were delayed by 4.5 hours. Yet, because of one man’s kindness, an otherwise agonising wait became a luxurious rest at the end of a long holiday. It could be a nice coincidence, but I like to think that God’s been watching out for us.
I stay quite near to a train station. Usually, I start leaving the around 9 minutes before the train comes, if I’m early. Leaving 4 or 5 minutes before the train comes would be a little rushed, but I’ll still get there earlier than the train.
A few weeks ago, I left the house early. Just around 2 minutes before I reached the train station, I realized that I left my handphone charging at home. My dad happened to be home that day, so my first instinct was to call him and ask him to bring the phone to me, then I realised that I can’t for obvious reasons.
So, I rushed back home and grabbed my phone. My dad and I got into the car and we reached the train station under 1 minute. I dashed up to the platform and just made it to the train.
Thank God for cars and dads who just happen to be at home when you need them. =)
I take the train to my uni. Before I enter the ‘ticket-only’ area, there are monitors on the wall to tell us when the next train for whatever destination is arriving at what platform. If I see that there’s still a lot of time until my train, I can take my time; if my train’s coming soon, I don’t dilly dally.
A few days ago, I saw that my train was going to arrive in 1 minute, and the train after that would arrive in 10 minutes. 1 minute can mean that the train is one minute away, or the train has arrived and the 1 minute is about to turn into ‘now’. My platform is two floors down. I may or may not reach there in time, but after having my head crammed with information, I don’t really want to wait 10 minutes before I can start going home.
So, I prayed that I will be able to get onto the train. That said, I made sure that I didn’t take my own sweet time going down the floors. God may hold the train, but I should do my part by getting down to the platform at a decent pace.
The train was already at the platform, so I quickly slipped in. Now I was on my way home. It doesn’t sound like much, I know, but the fact remains that my prayer was answered, no matter how small.
A while ago, my family sat down together to do our New Year’s Resolutions and reflect on the past year. We talked about counting our blessings, so we took turns talking about how God has blessed us in the past year. When it came to me, I thanked God that we were still breathing. Serious.
Later, my sister told me that that was very cynical of me. ‘Thank God that we’re still breathing’. Really? Was there nothing else that I could think of?
But think about it. The fact that we’re still breathing means that we’re alive. A lot of people aren’t. My mum’s uncle passed away a few days ago. My grandmother passed away two years ago. Even as you read this, people are dying all over the place. I can die at any time. Due to an accident, a natural disaster, anything. But I’m still alive. My family is still alive. And it means more to me than a lot of people would think. So I say this in all seriousness:
Thank God we’re still breathing.