I remember when I was in primary school. I just had BCG shot (an injection) a few days back and the scar was still fresh. Me and a couple of friends were playing catching during recess when one of them hit me hard where I just got my shot. All I remember after that was a lot of pain and screaming. Who can blame me? The sight of your own blood staining your white uniform can be a bit too much for a young Juraimi...
The next one was very tough on me. It involved my late grandfather. He had just passed away and the following night I had to sleep in the room he used sleep in. For some strange reason, I just broke down crying on my bed. I was young back then and didn't have much of a relationship with him. Maybe I was a lot closer to him than I thought...
During my national service, I got posted to a camp in Brunei. I was excited at first but then it kicked in. The fact that I had to leave everyone and everything I love behind. So I decided to put on a brave face from the airport until I touched down in Brunei. I thought it worked but on my first night inside my bunk in Brunei, I cried myself to sleep. Apparently, it was all a bit too much for me...
So how about it? I'm sure you have your own stories too so please feel free to share them. Its nothing to be embarrassed or to be ashamed about. In fact, it might make you feel a bit better about yourself. That leaves me with one question:
"When was the last time you cried about something?"
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