What's the reward?
When you see the wrinkles on their faces as they break into beautiful smiles, all the effort put into the organizing is well worth it and beyond.

Sometimes when I interact with the kids, when I chat a little longer with them, when I ask them questions about their lives and share mine with them, I'm not sure if its superficial. I mean, I defintely do not chat with them just to kill time. I sincerely want to talk to them and find out if they're having a good time and all that. It's just that I know that I will not get to see or talk to them after this weekend and until the next camp that I see them, provided they attend the next camp. Sometimes I wish I could do more. I could get their address and visit them but in reality, I'm too busy during term time to visit them and all that.

I wish I could have more time to reach out to them, more than just this once or twice a year. I've thought about going full-time into this, but I feel that when I start to get a salary for doing this, the whole thing will be different. I suppose, like teaching, admin work will probably become the primary job and reaching out to them is secondary.

These kids have a life so different from ours. We have so many more experiences that they can only dream of. Last night, I was sitting with Ming Keong at Newton Hawker Centre, accompanying him as his dad went to order food for the family. HIs mum and Ming Hui were sitting at another table. (You see, Newton Hawker Centre is not exactly disabled-frendly. You can't seat 2 wheelchairs at the same table. Both brothers are wheel-chair bound and have Duschene Muscular Distrophy) There was a group of 5 youngsters seated at the same long table as Ming Keong and I. He was looking at them drinking, chatting and laughing loudly and all that. There was so much activity going on around us. All of which, I suppose, is pretty new to him. You see, as both brothers are wheel-chair bound, the family hardly goes out together as it is indeed quite a hassle to have to carry and transfer them onto their wheelchairs.

I was thinking to myself, what's on his mind right now? Besides having to ignore some rude stares from the public, what else was going on his mind as he observed his surrondings?