I met my handsome grandson on one Saturday evening. When he walked out the MRT Station, he opened his arms and hugged me. At the dinner table, he started to talk me about the happenings after our last meeting. I as usual gave him a listening ear.

Then he talked about the encounter with female. He wondered why some women treated him that way. How to get rid of those irritating persons? I told him to be cautious and not to offend them. He has to be careful of their cunning scheme. What has happened? I told him that he was handsome and those women may be crazy about men.

After talking for a while, I told him, "I understand. I experienced it."
He was innocent and asked me, "Handsome grandpa, you are so old. Why did they harass you?"
He wanted me to tell him the story. There were many people in the restaurant. I told him that it was a very long story and we did not have time to talk about it. I then said, "Those women were like, like ... I do not like to use the word of prostitute."
He continued without thinking at once, "Then call them bitch!"
Bitch!   Oh the female dog or wolf? A licentious woman!

May be we adults are "worldly-wise" and do not like to tell people about promiscuous story. Then we keep it to ourselves and we suffered. Besides, we helped the evil to be more powerful.

A few years ago, when I felt that I was insulted, I raised my voice and said, "I am not from Geylang!" My voluntary work at that organisation since then was very peaceful.

Two weeks after that meeting, JY came back from United Kingdom. We met at the lunch table.

We knew each other from the same volunteer organisation four years ago. Soon after that he went to United Kingdom for further studies. Two years after his studies, we met once when he was back. At the time, I was still very active of the voluntary activities in hospital, elder care centres and our community.

But this time when he was back, he knew that I gave up all voluntary activities. He thought it was a waste as I had built up the strong teams. He tried to find out the reasons. Then I had to tell him about the harassments. He was very positive. He suggested I should tell those women to stop it. I was touched by him. As he had another appointment and I did not have time to tell him the details, we were like a chicken talking to a duck. What I said were all "past tense". What he suggested were all "present tense". The story had become history.

I wondered he realised that we were talking about the unrelated matters. What I told him were history, gone. What he tried to help was not to waste my efforts, which were passed. I was glad to see him wrote on my Facebook that wishing all the best in my new initiative. Thank you, JY!

I have to thank a young friend.
I am glad with your intelligence, sincerity and good manners.
May God maintain the justice for you.
May God defeat the devil and its underlings.
May God bless you with strength and courage. May God bless you with good health.

Thank you God! You brought those young people to me. Their innocence has cleansed my corrupted mind!

The LORD bless you and keep you;
the LORD make his face shine on you and be gracious to you;
the LORD turn his face toward you and give you peace.