I was at my late twentieth. My mother still considered me as a young child. She also thought that I simple and honest. It was dangerous for me to take care of young criminal. I resigned partly because I did not want to make my mother worried. Besides, the mother of the criminal was not that co-operative.

That boy's name is Chuang. During those few months I was with him, he told me whatever happened to him. There were things about him that his parents and the Welfare Officer did not know. As I had to observe the Code of Conduct, I wrote only those I thought were suitable to report and kept some of them to myself only.

He was lack of parents' love. In order to escape from unreasonable scolding, he was wondering on the street at late night. In order to help his friends, he was incidentally caught by the police. Since he was too young to be sent to the Boys' Town, he could stay at home and was under supervision by the Probation Officer.

He had to observe the "Curfew Hours" and stayed at home from 8 pm until 6 am. I would visit him once a week. He knew very well when I would visit him. But he never tried to break the rule. He always hoped that I would visit him. So that he could start to talk without finishing when we were at the park near his place.

He behaved well. With the help of the kind businessmen, he was arranged to work in a coffee shop. There was a condition stated that half of his monthly salary would go to him and other half would be kept in his bank account. His mother was not happy that nobody could draw money from his bank account. I tried to explain to his mother. It was arranged by Social Welfare Department with the help of some kind businessmen. He was too young to work. He also could not do much in the coffee shop. Besides, he was taken care of. But his mother did not accept my explanation.

At the Middle-aged
I was actively involved in the Thai Ministry of the Lutheran Church in Singapore between 1989 and 1993. Our office was at Golden Mile. But we brought the Thai Christians to one of the Lutheran Churches for Sunday Worship Service each month.

There was once we came to Queenstown Church. We had the Worship Service in the afternoon. There were only our Thai Christians at that hour. I found an unfamiliar person sitting in the chapel after the service. I told him that we had the Thai Service. The English Service and Mandarin Service were in the morning.

After talking to him, I knew that he was staying near the Church and he hoped that I could help him.
We then went to the hawker centre nearby and had a chat. He was a mentally-ill patient. I told him that if he loved a girl, he had to make sure the girl also loved him. He could not force anybody and could not play any black magic for his bad motive. If he did, he would get the retribution. He said he had a younger brother and a younger sister. They did not have parents anymore. I asked him to bring me to his house. He replied that there were ghosts and they would harm me. I told him not to worry about me.

He was Hong and was a handsome young man.

I met his younger brother at home. The house was dirty and ghastly. Although his brother had to work. I asked him to help tidy up the house and to keep the house clean.

Sometimes Hong shouted at home and the neighbour would call the police. He would then be sent to Mental Hospital. Hence, I sometimes had to spend time visiting him in the hospital.

There was an evening when I wished to visit him at home, I saw the police sending him to hospital again. He asked me to let his younger sister know about it. I went to a nearby coffee shop and found his sister. That was the first time I met her, a young girl of about 15 years old. She answered me softly that she would take care of herself. She was at a loss and seemed very helpless. I was very sad.

One day I received a call from the secretary of the Queenstown Church. I was upset and disappointed.
The Secretary asked me to request Hong not to go to the Church because he was a mental-ill patient.
Hong knew that I was not at the Queenstown Church. Yet he used to go to the Church and sat quietly there. I wondered he needed to have peace from God.
As a person who worked in the Church, she knew only to get the monthly salary but forgot she was in the temple of God. It was very disappointed. She only knew getting God's money, but forgot the teaching of Jesus. Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. (Matthew 11:28)

When I was 65
I received an overseas call about one and a half years ago. It was from one of our volunteers. I hardly heard the conversation. Although it was asking for help, I thought there would be someone in the volunteer group could help. So I was not that worried.

Three day later, I received the call again when I was leading a voluntary activity. He was back in Singapore. But I had to go ahead with our activity; he could only call back after our activity.

I went to visit him that evening. It was almost dark, but he did not even dare to come to the bus stop to meet me. When I finally found his place, his father was surprised to see me at that hour.

I was already a volunteer when I was young. When I became a Christian, I was more passionate. I would give a helping hand whenever there was a need.

With a simple and kind minded, as well as the teaching from the Heavenly Father, I spent five months frittering away.
I ever assisted many people, even those in borstal and mental hospital. After retirement, I attended the course of Full Body Massage and Traditional Chinese Medicine Theory. I needed to apply one of the skills for those I helped. And now just for him, I magically became a counselor, psychiatrist, physical therapist and an expert in Chinese food therapy.

I spent an average of 10 days each month to help him during those five months. Many of my friends said that I was dark and thin. I could not tell them the details. I only shared some of the happenings to a few Christians. They prayed for me and eventually I felt the supporting prayers came to me from all over the world day and night. God was in control and protected me.

He was not a Christian, but he said he was. I found out the truth when I asked him to say the grace.

I spent much effort to help him turning away from the darkness. When he was better, he started to argue and wrangle with me. He tried to lead me to the darkness.

I had to spend one hour on train to meet him. But he took for granted on the time I spent.

He deeply affected my voluntary activities, my social meetings and family life. It would be worthy if you sacrificed yourself and helped a person to turn over a new leaf. But he was ungrateful and did not correct his mistakes.

I kept praying and asking God, "why me?"
I asked God, "what you want me to learn from?"
Many friends who prayed for me reminded me to be very careful and let go if I could.
When it was almost five months after helping him, words came into my mind and kept lingering. I wrote down on a piece of paper and kept in my wallet. Ungrateful (忘恩負義) and Turn against a friend and show no mercy (翻臉無情). It was on 18 February 2013.

In order to avoid any disturbance, I usually switched off my mobile phone two hours prior to my voluntary activities. A week after writing down and keeping in my wallet the "warnings", I had my voluntary activity at St. Luke's ElderCare Centre. After the Keep Fit Exercise, the staff came to me and hoped that I could get friends who were free to play mahjong with the elderly. I was very happy and thought that I could invite him to take up the invitation. He could then pass his time and he would not disturb my activities.

I then walked to the hawker centre nearby and took a break with a glass of Teh Tarik. While sitting at the hawker centre, I switched on my mobile phone. There were a chain of messages, all sent by him. For a first few messages, he asked why I did not reply. Then there were insulting messages followed by threatening messages.

I was shocked!

I could not understand some of the words. I had to refer to dictionary at home and I could find them in my dictionary. I then searched the Internet. He insulted me with those vulgar words!

When I was distressed and disappointed. I suddenly opened my wallet and saw the warnings, Ungrateful (忘恩負義) Turn against a friend and show no mercy (翻臉無情). I had a very peaceful mind immediately.

I started to recall the happenings for the past five months with a peaceful mind.
When I first visited him at the sunset hour, he dared not to come out of the house and to receive me at the bus stop.
I had to meet him very frequent during the first month. We met six times within eight days. I woke up after 1 a.m. several times by his phone calls.
I almost fell to death from the staircases at Outram Park Station when going to meet him.
I was almost killed by cars at the express in Tampines.
He passed the can of drink for me to take after taking by him thrice.
He led me passing by those cheap massage shops several times.
He forgot that the doctor mistook he was my child and advised him to turn over a new leaf. The doctor asked him to listen to me and be a good boy.
He told me that his mother would like to meet me and he invited me home. But his parents were not at home when I was there.
I used the Bible verses, the teaching of famous Buddhist monk and wise words from the experts. He insulted me telling cock and bull story.
Let go! Let God judge.

I still did not know what God wanted me to learn from. But for those five months, I started to practise what I learned in the past, including counseling, psychiatry, physical and food therapy. I viewed many documentary films on the psychiatry. The documentary of The Unconditional Love (跨越極限的愛) gave me a deep impression. I saw how the patients struggle to survive, how the family members suffered to help, I always wept.