Sacrifice

We have always benefited from the sacrifice of others. Our parents sacrificed for us, worked hard and stringed on every penny so that they can provide us with the education and needs that we require to make it in life. I don't know about you, but I will never forget how my mother endured my dad's abuses, just so that she can be there to protect us when he was in his drunken stupor. She could have just left my two sis and me to him, but she chose to suffer the black eyes, bruises and endless smashing of plates and bowls, so that we were protected. Sacrifice.

I was bringing my 3 and a half year-old son, Daniel to his child-care centre the other day. I boarded an overcrowded bus, which was a great mistake. As I was squeezing my way out, carrying Daniel and 2 bags, I tripped on some one's feet. Not in the bus but while going down the steps! My subconscious mind told me I was in for a bad fall, down the steps of the bus and onto the pavement of the bus stop! However, instinctively, my response was to protect Daniel from hitting the ground. I didn't know how, but I ended up with a lacerated and bleeding elbow, bruised shoulders and knees, while Daniel was totally unhurt. He was crying away anyway, more from the shock of the fall than anything else. I showed him my wounds and he stopped crying. "See, Daniel. Daddy protected you and now, Daddy's bleeding." Sacrifice.