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Tuesday, March 22, 2005

Attitudes and Altitudes

I had wanted to write about Pin Hashim, a fellow villager who lost his leg in a harvesting machine mishap years ago. But I have already written about him in my Malay blog so let me tell you about an equally inspiring story about Li Tok Don. No, it is not a Chinese name in case you are wondering. It is just the odd naming convention we use in the village.

Li married Aishah the grand-daughter of Tok Don and now she is known as Aishah Li while Li somehow took after his wife's grandfather. There is no fixed rule of thumb though, my own late grandfather was known as Tokngah Mat Pajoh but I am not Kri Tokngah Mat Pajoh. How he ended up with Pajoh is a different story altogether. To explain that, one needs to know a little bit of Achenese. And some working knowledge of Mah Jong.

Back to Li Tok Don who broke the lower part of his left leg and his left forearm in a freak motorcycle accident a couple of years ago. Li was on his way to pick up his young son from school when he rammed into the back a truck. He came back from the hospital wearing beautiful white casts on both his left limbs.

Breaking a leg or two in a motorcycle accident is quite normal in the village. Young boys and girls with legs long enough to operate the kick starters are allowed to ride their fathers' motorcycles, sometimes with younger siblings riding pilion. But for Li, to even suffer a sprained ankle would pose as a career setback. Li is the village coconut picker -- he climbs tall coconut trees for a living.

All the villagers thought Li's climbing career had ended then. I was worried because I have almost a hundred coconut trees on the land. With more and more ripe coconuts turning brown, coming out from the house would be as risky as crossing a busy city street as the ripe coconuts would fall on one's head at the slightest provocation. Or worse still, they could mess up your new body and paint job on the car!

But Li Tok Don was not even considering a career change. He went to a traditional healer who threw away the hospital casts, applied some ointment and just bandaged the broken limbs with torn out sarong and some bamboo sticks for reinforcement. Within weeks Li was already up and about on crutches and after a couple of months, he was riding his motorcycle again.

A few months later Li could move about without the aid of crutches and poor Aishah had a tough time pleading to Li to come down from the areca-nut tree in front of their house. Like most wives, Aishah could sense that her husband was up to something naughty or dangerous behind her back. Bored and temporarily out of job, Li simply could not resist to shinny up the tree, for practice, whenever his wife was not looking. And like many husbands, he was caught red-handed a few times.

Li is now back at his old trade and he still climbs those tall coconut trees without the aid of foot braces. His broken arm and leg had fully recovered their functions seven months after the accident. It really is amazing how effective these traditional bone-setting techniques can be. I am just glad that there is still someone to bring down the coconuts even though Li makes more money from the hundred trees than I do. But he call the shots from up there as far as picking coconuts go. Li Tok Don gives a new meaning to the saying: Your attitude determines your altitude.

Sunday, March 06, 2005

Getting Old

Sorry, people. Guess I've been away too long. I feel bad to know that some of you keep coming back only to find an abandoned blog. Well, almost abandoned. I got things sorted out again and like we used to say in those days -- I am back on the blogging scene, baby. Wow! Never tought reaching 50 can ever be so exciting! I feel like I have been re-born again; I feel so alive! So much has been happening in my life during the past several months that I just have to stop -- blogging included -- for a breather. I'm an old man, you know.

While on the subject of age, here's something I found in my mailbox:

AGE,
by George Carlin
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Do you realize that the only time in our lives when we like to get old is when we're kids? If you're less than 10 years old, you're so excited about aging that you think in fractions. "How old are you?" "I'm four and a half!" You're never thirty-six and a half. You're four and a half, going on five!

You get into your teens, now they can't hold you back. You jump to the next number, or even a few ahead. "How old are you?" "I'm gonna be 16!" You could be 13, but hey, you're gonna be 16! And then the greatest day of your life...you become 21. Even the words sound like a ceremony... YOU BECOME 21. YES!!! But then you turn 30. Oooohh, what happened there? Makes you sound like bad milk. He TURNED; we had to throw him out. There's no fun now, you're just a sour-dumpling. What's wrong? What's changed? You BECOME 21, you TURN 30, then you're PUSHING 40. Whoa! Put on the brakes, it's all slipping away. Before you know it, you REACH 50... and your dreams are gone. But wait!!! You MAKE it to 60. You didn't think you would! So you BECOME 21, TURN 30, PUSH 40, REACH 50 and MAKE it to 60. You've built up so much speed that you HIT 70! After that it's a day-by-day thing; you HIT Wednesday!

You get into your 80s and every day is a complete cycle; you HIT lunch; you TURN 4:30; you REACH bedtime. And it doesn't end there. Into the 90s, you start going backwards; "I Was JUST 92." Then a strange thing happens. If you make it over 100, you become a little kid again. "I'm 100 and a half!" May you all make it to a healthy 100 and a half!!

Amen. May we all make it, George. However, I beg to differ with you about "reaching" 50. My dreams aren't all gone; they're starting to happen now that I've "reached" 50. I'm even creating new ones now.

Old George even threw in a few tips on How to Stay Young. Enjoy this:

1. Throw out nonessential numbers. This includes age, weight and height. Let the doctors worry about them. That is why you pay " them "

2. Keep only cheerful friends. The grouches pull you down.

3. Keep learning. Learn more about the computer, crafts, gardening, whatever. Never let the brain idle. " An idle mind is the devil's workshop." And the devil's name is Alzheimer's.

4. Enjoy the simple things.

5. Laugh often, long and loud. Laugh until you gasp for breath.

6. The tears happen. Endure, grieve, and move on. The only person who is with us our entire life, is ourselves. Be ALIVE while you are alive.

7. Surround yourself with what you love, Whether it's family, pets, keepsakes, music, plants, hobbies, whatever. Your home is your refuge.

8. Cherish your health: If it is good, preserve it. If it is unstable, improve it. If it is beyond what you can improve, get help.

9. Don't take guilt trips. Take a trip to the mall, even to the next county; to a foreign country but NOT to where the guilt is.

10. Tell the people you love that you love them, at every opportunity.

AND ALWAYS REMEMBER: Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.

Oh yes, George! I'm rediscovering life and those moments sure left me panting and wheezing.