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Showing posts with label L3 Elective. Show all posts
Showing posts with label L3 Elective. Show all posts

Friday, October 13, 2023

L3P2: Do We Have Enough.... Money

All of our fortunes and misfortunes are predestined by Universe. Nothing in our mortal life we could bring to our afterlife, only our deeds. The grace of God is sufficient, place faith in Him, there is no need to prepare. Plus, the scripture clearly says that money is the root of all evil…. Is that, really so?

 

June 2023. Sunway Medical Center.

 

“Dr Pao, how much will be the cost of this heart bypass surgery?”

 

“In IJN it is around RM60 – 70k. Here, it may cost about RM80 – 90k.”

 

We came out of Dr. Pao’s clinic. My wife frowned deeply. The creases in her brow told me very clearly how concerned she was. I will never forget her worrisome look and that heavy gaze.

 

“Darling, do we have enough….. money?”

 

Deep down in me, I know, even if I were to exhaust all our emergency fund, it could barely cover one-third of the medical bills. Our emergency fund was thoroughly burnt out during pandemic. Sell our house? Impossible to receive the monies in 3 weeks. Sell our cars? That means we were losing our legs in Malaysia. How about subsequent medical bills? Rehabilitation? Daily expenses? Borrow from our friends and family? Common, Alan is a prideful man. He would not allow his wife go around to ask for monies.

 

“Don’t worry, darling. We have enough,” I tried to assure her.

 

Two weeks later, we received an SMS. “Dear Sir/Madam. Please be informed that your initial guarantee letter (IGL) has been approved by GREAT EASTERN (MEDICAL CARD). Should you need further clarification, please do not hesitate to contact us. Thank you.”

 

The heavy burden on my spirit was lifted. To the very least, I need not worry about money. I could focus on receiving the best medical treatment from quaternary hospital. I was saved from the possibility as “drop dead” case. In this time of trial and testing, my family was spared from further financial disaster. All these is because of a decision made 17 years ago…. Ya, 17 years ago.

 

I still remember the conversation that I had with my high school friend during our Chinese New Year gathering early this year.

 

“Alan, you are so shabby and stingy. You should drive a better car. Your MyVi is now a 17 year old car. It doesn’t fit your status now.”

 

“I’m waiting for a car that can fly, then I would buy a new car. But until then, this MyVi stays with me.”

 

Few weeks ago, I received letters from insurance companies. My tears streamed down my cheek when I read the letter. It was very emotional for me. My claims have been approved.

 

To my dear children, should you fell sick, don’t worry. Daddy will support you and get the best medical treatment. Daddy will protect you till you grow old. I had prepared your college education fees. Daddy had drawn up for you through insurance. Go and study whatever subject that you want to pursue.

To my dearest wife, I will take care of you, till the end of this life.  Should I depart before you, your days after are still well guarded. I will love you even from grave.

Yes, I will love you all even from my grave.

 

Ya, I know, I am not romantic. But all I know love requires commitment and sacrifice; love requires economic support. One of the most tangible forms of love is financial support. To me, a true man, must be able to carry responsibilities on his shoulders. Whenever my wife and children need money, I hope I can say: “I’m here. Everything is prepared for.” Even from my grave, I shall turn into an angel and protect all of you with my wings. That was the very reason I channeled my hard-earned money to insurance premium instead of a new car.

 

I’m very blessed. I made the right decision. It was a “foolish” decision for many. A new car is much more tangible than an insurance/takaful coverage that can’t be seen with naked eyes. But today, that decision to participate in insurance had protected firmly our family economic foundation that I built for so many years. Praise be to the Lord, here I am =, with my heart bypass surgery was a success. God willing, I may be granted another 15 years or more on my days in this mortal world.

 

No one wants a disaster or disease, but yet, no one knows when it will happen to us. Love your family, love yourself, love the people around you. Protect them, show them that you care, even if you are not around. Because life is precious, life is great.




Thursday, July 30, 2020

Just Another Storyteller

Once upon a time there were twin brothers who had an alcoholic father. The father abused them both. One became alcoholic, just like his father. When asked why he became alcoholic, he answered: "I saw my father doing so." Another brother became a very successful entrepreneur and he never touch alcohol. When asked why he never take a single sip of alcohol, he answered: "I saw my father doing so."

We all love stories. We are born for them. Stories form who we are. We all want affirmation that our life has meaning. There is no other greater affirmation that we connect through our stories. It allows us to experience, to bring back life, to feel, to see, to hear and to touch the similarities among ourselves and to others, way beyond the way we can ever imagine. 

It was said Pixar would not survive the onslaught of Disney animations. They were facing the giant who had The Lion King, The Jungle Book, Beauty and the Beast, Tarzan and many other classics. The Disney style was songs, "I want" song, Happy Village song, love story and villain. In stark contrary, Pixar was going against the Disney style. No songs, no "I want" song, no Happy Village song, no love story and no villain. Without these, Pixar was "doomed" for sure. But the Pixar team was too young and rebellious. Because of their unyielding spirit to conformity, they gave rise to many great animation stories - a class of its very own e.g. Toy Story, Finding Nemo, Incredibles and Wall E. Perhaps, there is room for rebel after all. When that inner voice whisper, perhaps we should listen and seek to understand it.  

The stories we tell ourselves will shape who we are. The stories we tell others will affirm who they are. The stories we tell others reflects we we are. The stories we listen to define who we are. 

We may wished to be Dr Strange with the power of Time Stone. But the truth is, nobody can go back and re-start a new beginning. Yet, all of us can start today and make a new ending.  So, what is your story? Who will be in your story? How will you write your story? 

Take back control and write your own life story.