Today is the National Day of Malaysia.
I’m mindful of my own nine days in Malaysia earlier this century, when I was the North American jurist at the 21st Century Choral Festival at the Genting Highlands north of Kuala Lumpur.
This was my first visit to Asia, and it whet my appetite for many more.
From the print program for that competition:
Photos from that visit:
Working with a choir from Singapore.
At the jury table.
More posts about Malaysia . . . .
Both of my parents are gone now, but today would have been their 59th wedding anniversary.
My parents’ identity cards as missionaries.
We found these in some of my father’s belongings after he died.
School year commences
New scholars matriculate
My year thirty-one
I’m at Aldi, stocking up on some essentials (sweet peppers, green onions, shredded cheese, ghee . . . stuff like that).
$55 and change later, I load the two bags of groceries into the trunk of my car.
And I turn around to see a woman just close enough that I ask her if she’d like my cart, and don’t worry about the 25 cents.
I swear that she goes moist-eyed on the spot.
“This is the first time today that anything nice has happened to me. I guess the day is going to be okay after all.”
Sometimes all it takes is 25 cents to make a difference.
That and a smile, and a kind gesture.
Saturday morning. At the office. Loads of stuff yet undone and incomplete.
But I’m happier today, because I now am the owner and glad employer of a coccyx orthopedic pillow. My tailbone is giving me less grief already.