Despite my desperation every now and then for having this upbringing, having this kind of mother, how those resulted in how disadvantaged I am now... I still think that... there are a lot of things to be grateful about by being me =)
As friends put it, I'm too 'soft' and could be easily manipulated. I can't read people. I'm not 'sharp' to notice the false and pretense in people. And many other weaknesses :(
Again, I still think that there's something to be thankful for... I think my upbringing enables me to relate well with people, or as my ex-boss puts it, I make new connections smoothly. Uummm... an ex-colleague, he's a School Counselor, says that I'm with EQ :)
Last Sunday I noticed how true enough it is, that in every pew sits a broken heart. Not that she's full of hatred or she's rude... but... being a woman, a mother, a wife, a friend of mine definitely has her own wounds... and how the masks she puts on may not reveal those pains.
I've met and dealt with some tougher cases since I came to SG some 6 years ago. Even my Indonesian friends are proven to be a different kind of people as they spent many years living here... very practical, less personal, and... (I'm afraid) legalistic :( But, I think, still, they're better than of similar cases I found in my local friends.
None of us is immune to physicall illness, deaths of our loved ones, unemployment, divorces, and the list of other adversities in life certainly does not stop there. People who sit in the pews next to you on Sundays may suffer from one or several of these sufferings and yet... we fail to recognize the wounded hearts.
In the world that requires us to be more and more independent, instantaneous, we put on some 'masks' that could conceal our pains -- people see us as how we picture ourselves to the outer world (we could show them how strong we are, cheerful as we may be) yet we know that we're wounded in the inside.