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Friday, September 15, 2006

I have not been reading the papers for a very long time, but an urge niched me to read today. Hence, I flipped through the pages of Today Newspaper which read: "War Heroine Choy dies, aged 96".

For those who have learnt History, or even if you have not but have watched drama related series such as 'The Price of Peace', would have known about this remarkable figure- Elizabeth Choy.

'Ms Choy survived the beatings of her Japanese interrogators...'
'Ms Choy was once a Legislative Councillor- a pioneer woman politician during the infancy of Singapore's political development in the '50s; a founding principal of the School for the Blind in Singapore; and a dedicated social worker campaigning for the betterment of women and children.'
'Ms Choy opened her home to Mr. Tan and his family who lost their home in a huge fire.'
'Ms Choy became a surrogate mother at 23 to six younger siblings.'
Quoted from Today Newspaper.

I salute Ms Choy for her commitment to the society. For being so magnanimous and courageous. For having a forgiving heart. I believe these are what the average public cannot do. In this century, we will not forgive those who have hurt us. We will bear in mind the number of stabs that have made us bleed. We will think of ways to revenge ourselves. Totally disgusting!

Why can't we forgive and forget? The world will be a much more beautiful place this way. My grandfather once told me of this poem, though which I cannot really remember the details anymore. However, it did mention about forgive and forget.

I am trying very hard to master this. Are you? If you are not, give it a try. I believe you can do it. Nothing is impossible. It is just a matter of whether you want to open yourselves up to the rest and face the matter gracefully.


Ms Elizabeth Choy in her younger days.