I often had the heart to go to some poor countries like Cambodia
or Vietname one day to do some relief works to bless the less
fortunates, and therefore, I shudder to think that it could be me
that was the hostage.
It could be me if some siao people in Cambodia or Vietnam suddenly
decided to kidnap me, who didn't go there for anything but help
them.
And I will be waiting everyday, hoping against hope for someone to
come and help me, save me, but know to my dismay, that if I am my
country's government leader, I will not give in to the terrorist
threat.
Thinking how it can be me, or even my friend, or even my church
friends, or even some of the NUS students who go to do relief work,
or some of my social work more kind-hearted friend, makes me feel
like praying and praying for the hostages to be freed.
Even if it is hopeless, even if I cannot bear to watch it, even if
I am likely to be disappointed, by the harsh reality of life.
Sigh.
