tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368640396189320821.post650275126279670759..comments2023-10-23T23:18:38.436+08:00Comments on KotaStar: NOTES IN JANUARY 2010KotaStarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07313216823302842300noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368640396189320821.post-29700200345728414702010-01-31T21:05:04.978+08:002010-01-31T21:05:04.978+08:00Ocean Girl and SdrMat Isa,
Sorry that I did not r...Ocean Girl and SdrMat Isa,<br /><br />Sorry that I did not response to yr comment earlier. I was away.I did not expect the railway station picture could bring out a story of its own. At least we learned of a true son who honored his father in the best possible way.Sadly it was not to last. We do hope such devotion and care will surface and continue to show esp when we hear of parents being neglected and left to fan for themselves. We pray such devotion will appear in our lifetime tookotastarhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09471571010396522548noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368640396189320821.post-7285794915013025832010-01-30T22:06:37.471+08:002010-01-30T22:06:37.471+08:00Pak Non,
Comment by Ocean Girl make me touched.Pak Non,<br /><br />Comment by Ocean Girl make me touched.NGINAP SRENGENGE @ SRENGENGEhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07503193058182624340noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368640396189320821.post-30699614317564548572010-01-28T18:56:17.016+08:002010-01-28T18:56:17.016+08:00My grandfather once (or maybe even twice or trice,...My grandfather once (or maybe even twice or trice, since he loved telling me stories) told me of a story of a man who worked at the railway station as a trolley person, loading and unloading goods onto and off the train. It was hard work and he had a hard life.<br /><br />One day, my grandfather met him in town and he was nicely dressed and looking relaxed. He told my grandfather that his son had graduated and working a big job and now taking care of the family. He told my grandfather that his son did not allow him to work anymore and therefore he no longer worked at the train station.<br /><br />However, not long after, my grandfather met the man again working at the train station, loading and unloading goods. My grandfather asked him why. He said his son had met with an accident and died and now he no longer had his son.Lisahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02399300464457820101noreply@blogger.com