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A time for everything. Letting Go. ♥
I feel lost. being cheated, cheated, cheated.
Mittwoch, Juli 13, 2005
cHaRoN posted at 10:47 PM

Moday at around 8 plus near 9. Just finished night lessons. Walking home from atrium. Reaching the bus stop. Approached by indian lady, red dot on forehead (married), short (around 1.5m ++) and small-sized (skinny), curly hair to shoulder length that is tied up, housewife by the name of "MANI".

Her story: I've been waiting for my daughter outside NYP for 2 hours, and my mother has fell down at home. Can I borrow $5 from you first to take a cab home. I will pay you back the money later. I PROMISE.
So I took out wallet and tried to find $5. Nope, I only got $10. Do you have $5 change. No. I asked her when will she return? Anytime I free, I am housewife. Gave me her no.

Today, called her. Yelling: No MANI. Why so many people call to find her. This is my wife's telephone no. I explained. Why don't u report the incident. OK.

Just felt duno...stupid? angry? lost lar.... just teared.
I remembered I asked God for trials days ago. I remembered God told me through yanbing to be compassionate and give. I remembered I should want to know God and Him alone, not for joy nor peace nor even blessing.

I WILL LEARN TO SUBMIT 'coz I've chosen to be shaped by my dear LORD.
That gurl

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