When Profession no Longer in Action

When Profession No Longer In Action

I love to seize the day by taking a walk with my friends or spending my day browsing a new book store, exploring new mall or market which i do not really know when they were built until my friend or whoever else told me that they has already been there for several month. I sometimes go out just to refresh my mind or revive my soul or even rejuvenate myself. I like to catch a glimpse of new scenery, especially for the new one, which i have never been there before. But i am not going to talk about it right now. I will not talk about the mall or the stuff i desire to buy, but i want to talk about someone who always besides me whenever i want to explore the city.

I love him. I know all his friend might say to him, “Ouw, time for pleasure around hah?” and he always say, “ Well, i am looking for another things to do”. That is him. He never stop doing everything. He sometimes goes to his colleague and ask about their job’s doing. He does not want to get involved, he just care. Sometimes, he accompanies my relatives finding a new place to settle. He does not want to intervene, he just simply help. Anyway, he might be old physically, but not his soul.

The company used to roll him to another position- which i always noted, in trouble- and asked him to unravel it. My friends are looking for him when they are stuck at their problem and need someone to help them solving the problem. My mom sometimes relies on him and asks him to do something for her, even though i know she absolutely could do it herself. She only wants to take his attention. She loves him too. No wonder. He is a kindhearted person. He neutralize us when we talk negatively about others. I obtained the best counsel from him. He is attained the age of about fifty this years, and for me, he never stop doing noble things.

Now when he is not working anymore. I still see lights in his eyes. He still has the guts. It is written in his eyes. It is like a blaze which is appearing suddenly at a glance. I know that his age does not prevent him from his desire. He is wise and i am proud of him. He sometimes makes mistakes, but he never timid to say “I’m sorry”. He tries many adorable new things to do, which i can not. He sows and nurtures the seeds. He breeds the birds from many kinds. He drives the motorcycle out of town himself. He accompanies me traveling around the city. Rain and shine, he never stop. Well, he is not that old.

Two days ago and yesterday, he spent his day to accompany me managed the payment for the internet which is not right. We then took our time taking a walk at several hypermarket. Today he drove me to the copy center, looking for the paper i need. I could not find it there, i should find somewhere else. He took me to another store which is further than the first one. I still had not got it. We turned back and went to the supermarket. It was not available there. I ask his allowance to drive me to my college (Well, i do not like to go alone, that is why i ask him to accompany me, what a spoiled girl!). He was agree. So I went to my college and found the paper there. He drove the motorcycle for me. He is still young.

Below is the poem by Joanna Fuchs. I would like to present to him as my gratefulness for having him in my life.

Life Lessons
You may have thought I didn't see,
Or that I hadn't heard,
Life lessons that you taught to me,
But I got every word.

Perhaps you thought I missed it all,
And that we'd grow apart,
But Dad, I picked up everything,
It's written on my heart.

Without you, Dad, I wouldn't be
The woman I am today;
You built a strong foundation
No one can take away.

I've grown up with your values,
And I'm very glad I did;
So here's to you, dear father,
From your forever grateful kid.
Father, I Love you.

2 comments:

toni_chandra said...

ouch..so touched..
minta ijin copas poem nya buat d blog gw yah.. ^^
salamkenal..

~~Devita~~ said...

wakakak... boleh kok.. :D

salam kenal juga:D

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