Compassion, Love and Respect for each other.

I have been home for ten days now. Ten days that has told me that the people I left over a decade ago are alive, well and somehow thriving under circumstances that are more demanding and more difficult than the one I left many years ago. Ten days that has somehow flicked a switch within my consciousness that tells me compassion, love and respect that Malaysians have for each other are still there in spades. Ten days that tells me in ways that I have forgotten or never even imagined, that when asked to give more of themselves to others who are worse off them themselves, Malaysians do so with kindness and a giving heart. I might have changed from living abroad but Malaysians has not.

For sure Australia respects the individual, their rights and their entitlements are enshrined in the Australian constitution.There is equality for everyone no matter your standing in life. All this, education has imposed in all Australians and they abide by these expectations and so life goes on without missing a beat...but you sometimes have to ask yourself...how beats the heart of the Australian when it comes to matters like compassion, love and respect for each other. For sure it is all there as they have been educated to to do...but for Malaysians compassion, love and respect for each other has been there from birth..it is in the Malaysian DNA to have love, respect and compassion for each other...and that makes us Malaysians.

Since I arrived in KL, I have been overwhelmed by the love and compassion.

Six men who happened to be from PDRM, took me from the the plane gangway to Yusof, a classmate waiting to greet me ...and all done with much happy banter and a genuine welcoming of a lost soul soul (I think that is what they all think of me but were too polite to tell me) from Melbourne....and that journey from KLIA to Ampang with Yusof and his wife...how do you think I felt when I leaned that Yusof and wife have delayed their trip back to Melaka just so they can fetch me from the airport and send me to Ampang? Tell me...is that not compassion and love?

And from then on, many others, some total strangers to me, have been compassionate, kind and given me much love and respect to this 75 year old blogger from Melbourne....and again I seem to get a lot of the "lost soul...let us welcome him home" feeling from the people I met. Yes they read what I write in my blog but what they want to really know is "Are you coming back for good?"...is that not what you want a lost soul to do? To come home?

For the past three days I have been down with sore throat, cough, fever and the dreaded G word GOUT. And again, the compassion from friends and strangers have been overwhelming for me. I am totally floored by the many who have wanted to drop by my place to ensure that I have everything that I need to get well..thank you guys.

I know I have not written much these last ten days. My mind is on overload and things are jumbled up inside my head....please bear with me until I am more settled. Be good. Do good and be nice to one another.