I was on FB checking on some stuff (yes, my FB account is still dead but I have a shell account for school groups) when I came across my ex-student's fb. Let's call him Max.
Way back when, Max was a brooding young man with too much pain for someone so young. There was so much loss, rejection and anger filling up his heart and mind. When my eyes rested upon him, my heart hurt for I saw wounds I couldn't put a bandage over. Sometimes I wished I could just take him home and get him to smile. But of course, I couldn't do that. My house would be overflowing if I gave in to every urge to take a kid home. But that was a long time ago. Max was fortunate because an angel smiled on him and he was given an opportunity to join a training program which took him away from painful home and prepared him for a well-paying job with an MNC. There was a time when his FB account showed statuses that spoke of wanting to give up and go home. I prayed that he wouldn't.
I love stories... whether I hear them, read them or see them. They make me feel things, and they also teach me things. Yes, I'm going to talk about Dimash Kudaibergen again. He is a story teller par excellence, via his music and his lyrics. So young, you may say, to earn such a title ... Surely he hasn't lived long enough to have gathered all those stories in his heart and to be able to share those stories with others. But watch a video of him singing... and tell me that isn't a superb example of someone telling a story that grabs you by your heartstrings and stays with you for days and days afterward. If I were a Buddhist, I would call him an old soul. Stories are powerful because they can paint swathes of colour across your mind and they can change the way you think. But the stories need to be presented in the right way, with the right words. I've always been a 'word' person and I've always believed I needed to know the words to be truly ...
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