Another Story to be told...

I'm wrting this blog with English so my friends who doesn't know Indonesian language can also see this bog :)

Today, our choir (my dad's church choir, "Sentosa") is being invited to sing in a wedding.
We sang "She Wears my Ring" and "Great is Thy Faithfullnes medley with None Like You"
It was quite good, every 1 enjoyed it :D Yay !!

In the car, when me and my family were driving home, my mom told me a story about one of the women in our choir, her name is "Siska" (not a real name)...
Her husband already died, but that's not the main problem! The problem is that she can't sing, but she always memorizes the notes and the lyrics. Can u imagine how a woman that can't sing but wanted to recognized by memorizing all of the lyrics? She got all of the notes wrong, and her voice can't reach the high notes, so my father was always tough on her. When the choir learned a new song, he always need to put an extra energy to teach her how to read the notes and keep up with the tempo...
Then, my mother told us that we got a letter from her child in America. The letter also contain two pieces of book about how to be a great conducter and music theories.
In the letter, mrs. Siska's son wrote that he feels very guity about leaving his mother alone in Indonesia.
He said that everyday he possibly can he will keep in touch with her mother by phone. And mrs Siska always talks about the Sentosa choir that she joined in and how did she felt about the intimate circumstances there. She told her son that she feels very lucky to be accepted in the Sentosa choir group. And everytime she learned a new song, she will sing to her son on the phone... And she never complained about how my father looked down on her.

I guess, this letter is a message from God to teach my father that we should accept everyone in their own different way. By this letter, it snaps me back to the reality that everyone needed someone, or someplace that respect them, or care for them. And it tells my family that our choir group is gift to each and everyone on the team. In our choir group, there are some people that have many dark pasts and or secrets. There's an ex-drug user (that's right, I'm not kidding!), a widower, a muslim that turned in to christian. Even if they can't sing very well or in fact, can't sing at all, it's my father's job to keep us together in family that we called Sentosa :)

Do u ever realize how this story connected to our lifes ?
Have u ever have a fought with somebody and never get back together with him/her ?
Have u ever talked to a girl who always quiet, even when every 1 is busy chit-chating with every 1 else ?
Don't u think that it's our job to help them feel that they actually belong here, and there's a person that cares for them?
If you answer no to one or more questions above, maybe you should dig within urself.
And pray to God to give u a chance to care for some1 u always ignored and always alone...

God Bless Us... :)