It was a hot day of last May, when I was still living in Saigon. While I was waiting for the bus, a middle-aged woman came to sit next to me. We started talking. She was on a short visit to Vietnam, her home-country, after moving to Australia with her kids years ago. As I was curious, she gave me a few sneak peeks of how a daily life abroad of a Vietnamese looked like. She also offered free career advice though I didn’t ask. When I told her I was pursuing human resources and wondering if I should continue, she urged me to switch to medicine/healthcare. I didn’t took the advice; however, it inspired me to have new ideas, which later prospered into action. Here is the best part of her advice. Some points are fair enough. Continue reading “career advice from a total stranger”
When I was a kid, I used to be keen to explore the attic of my house. The attic was filled with some kind of faint ancient, damp musty smell, which made it like an ancient treasure trove. Among piles of boxes, old papers, bowls, dishes, sedge mats, punky wood items, and tons of other miscellaneous material, sometimes I found rare, out-of-print One or Ten Vietnam Dong notes from late 80s early 90s. Some other times I picked up several Soviet literature books and old newspapers in brownish paper.
One day I saw a notebook, having no idea what it was about or to whom it belonged. It was thin and had thick covers with yellowish paper inside. I opened the cover: it was a journal. The handwriting was clear and neat. I read on.
[Preface] Today is September 2nd, Vietnam National Day. Every Vietnamese person has his own way to celebrate this holiday. For me I would like to celebrate it by publishing a note I took months ago. =D This is of an interesting talk by Tom Chi, founder of Google X, and you can either just watch the video (with the link below) right away or read my note before deciding if it’s worth watching. Hope you’ll find some inspiration or something useful from this.Happy Vietnam National Day!
You need to be in a state of learning in order to solve new problems; create new possibilities; to do something that hasn’t been done a million times before.
When I was a teenager growing up, I started feeling disconnected from my family, and the thought that they didn’t love me had been haunting me until I was 20.
That year, I was admitted to the hospital for major surgery and I had to stay there for a couple of weeks. For the first few days after the operation, I could barely move, walk or talk; all I could do was lying in bed. Thus I had to rely on my parents and sister to do almost everything. They fed me, changed clothes for me, cleaned up my body and helped me do other personal chores, all of which required much patience.
Meanwhile, it concerned them that I usually felt drowsy and slept a lot as a result of medicine injection treatment. Anytime I woke up, they always asked me whether I was feeling better, hungry or thirsty, hot or cold, and so on. Then they would respond by giving me food or drinks, cooling me down with a hand fan or warming me up with a blanket, etc. They were there for me almost 24/24 everyday.
One day, I woke up as usual and noticed my mother sleeping beside my ward, looking wiped out. All in a sudden a warm feeling of being surrounded and protected like a child came over me, and I realized my family members would always love me truly no matter how old I might get.
My small happiness for yesterday: Creating a bucket list.
Well, I used to hate the idea. I never created one before. To me, it would make no sense to crazily do anything just for the sake of crossing each item off a list. It would limit my freedom, as someone wrote. But hey, what if I use it as a tool for inspiration and creativity? Just a little of enlightment for the day? In the end, one can choose to be limited or to be inspired. So now I choose inspiration instead!
I met Opal, a nice and sweet girl, when I was in a rush to catch a train to the airport (for the flight back home). As planned I should have arrived there in 10 minutes to check in, but I just figured the train I was planning to take wouldn’t come until an hour later. My brain froze in a second; the thought of missing the flight scared the hell out of me. While I was all balled up, she appeared from nowhere, explained me a few things then said, “Follow me.” So, with her kind support and guidance, I got to the airport on time.
Opal amazed me. We’re from different countries, we speak different languages, we never met before, we weren’t delegates in any conference, we have no mutual friends… we were strange people that met outside by chance, but she gave me a hand. We talked very shortly but I was open about myself more than normally I would be. I felt happy to share because I felt like she was just an old friend of mine. I don’t know why. But I guess, it’s the universal language of kindness that has made the connection between us.
And I believe people all over the world can be connected the same way.