{"id":656,"date":"2017-01-02T21:40:36","date_gmt":"2017-01-02T13:40:36","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/wongtack.com\/archives\/656"},"modified":"2017-01-02T21:40:36","modified_gmt":"2017-01-02T13:40:36","slug":"bm-%e4%b8%ad%e6%96%87-english","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/wongtack.com\/archives\/656","title":{"rendered":"BM – \u4e2d\u6587 – English…"},"content":{"rendered":"


\nBM – \u4e2d\u6587 – English<\/p>\n

Saya masih ingat ketika saya kecil, ibu membawa saya ke bandar Karak. Kami tinggal di estet masa tu. Selepas urusan ibu selesai, kami pun ke stesen bas untuk tunggu bas pulang ke rumah. Saya ternampak sebuah gerai menjual roti. Saya mahu satu. Tetapi ibu saya memberitahu bahawa jika dia membelikan saya roti, maka wang kami tak cukup untuk tambang bas. Saya nangis teruk sepanjang perjalanan pulang. Kesian saya….<\/p>\n

Jadi, apabila saya melihat seorang budak lelaki kurus semakin goyah ketika semua orang sibuk memilih pakaian seragam dan kasut semasa program “Kembali ke Sekolah” Jumaat yang lepas, maka teringatlah saya pada pengalaman “sedih” saya sendiri. Sekarang saya faham perasaan seorang ibu. Saya pasti ibu saya amat berharap beliau mampu membeli sebiji bun berharga 10 sen untuk anak kesayangannya. <\/p>\n

Oleh itu, tanpa teragak-agak, saya menawarkan untuk membelanja kesemua kanak-kanak dan ibu bapa mereka untuk makan tengah hari sebelum mereka pulang ke rumah. Melihat senyuman lebar yang terukir di bibir budak kecil kurus tersebut, selepas kenyang perut dan segelas Milo Ais, adalah hadiah yang sungguh bermakna buat saya.<\/p>\n

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I remember when I was a kid, my mom took me out to Karak town. We Iived in a rural estate then. After getting our errands done, we waited at the bus stop for a bus to go home. I saw a stall selling buns. I wanted one. I begged and I whined. But my mom told me that if she buys me a bun, then we’ll not have enough money for the bus fare. I cried all the way home. Poor me…..<\/p>\n

So, when I saw a thin little boy getting cranky when everyone was busy selecting uniforms and shoes during the “Back to School” program last Friday, it immediately reminded of my own little “sad” experience. And, now that I’m a grown up, I also understand how much my mom must have wished she could afford to buy me that 10 cent bun. <\/p>\n

Thus, without hesitation, I offered to buy all the children and their parents a simple lunch before they go home. The thin little boy, with tummy full and a glass of Milo ice, was all smiles after that. Made me feel so good. <\/p>\n

– Wong Tack \u9ec4\u5fb7<\/p>\n

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BM – \u4e2d\u6587 – English Saya masih ingat ketika saya kecil, ibu membawa saya ke bandar Karak. Kami tinggal di estet masa tu. Selepas urusan ibu selesai, kami pun ke stesen bas untuk tunggu bas pulang ke rumah. Saya ternampak sebuah gerai menjual roti. Saya mahu satu. Tetapi ibu saya memberitahu bahawa jika dia membelikan … <\/p>\n