Altruistic

House: She’s been terminated. She’s been discharged. Cuddy: She’s gonna be okay. House: Yah, it’s that simple. Cuddy: She’s talking about what happened. It’s huge. You did good. House: Everyone will tell you… that’s what we gotta make her do. We can help her, right? Except we can’t. We drag out her story, and tell each other it’ll help her heal. We feel real good about ourselves. Maybe what we’ve done is make a girl cry. Wilson: Then why did you…? House: Because I don’t know. Wilson: You gonna follow up with her? House: One day, one room.   Extracted dialogue from House III, Episode 12 – One Day, One Room

When fate arrives at the expected

Mr. L used to smile a lot, he loved laughters of kids. He would sit aside listening to children’s stories, quietly. Sometimes, he would comment on bits and bites of the story. Children liked this uncle. Every a period of time, he would asked the child, ‘ how about i buy you a gorgeous watch? Huh? Or, get you something you like, you name it?’. ‘… No.’, the child suppressed her desire for having her favourite toy… after noticing her mother’s too obvious signal of refusal. Even after the child grew up, the uncle was not as rich as he used to be, he still asked the same thing… and had the same answer. It had became a special dialog between them. A little warmth in the girl’s heart. Fate has not been very nice to L. I do not know why. Perhaps everything has a reason, or not. L suffered from a horrible disease, making him unable to speak, unable to walk, and finally, die, in his late 60s. He had been tormented for over 3 years. Right from the beginning of the disease, he had lost the power to talk. He had endured 2 years and 11 months without complaining, or showing a bit of anger or frustration. He always took every chance and every treatment possible. In the end, he died in dignity. Everyone knows L would pass away in near time. Although they had expect it to come, when it actually did, no one could stop wondering, why fate prepares such a life for L. And we cannot conclude the otherwise: Fate is fate. to L

Respect

Respect. This word suddenly popped out of my head when i called my cousin one day to get some pictures shooting me. She told me to download from her public blog.

Amazing. Speechless i was. What on earth humans have become? Makes me rethink what do we mean by respect. Respect is to avoid doing things that the other person dislikes, if you know what that thing is. No matter how wonderful it is.

It requires empathy, self-regardless and some degree of self-respect. Is this what the Y-generation lack of? “I am happy in doing this. Why aren’t you?” Terrific response. What the hell does empathy go? Or, do they simply not care?

Let me hope, no, wish, the answer is not the last one.