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About faith

A young woman was riding a taxi alone at night. When she arrived in a dark and deserted place, she wondered if she had done something wrong, having heard about some of the bad taxi drivers she had seen in the past. She looked at the driver. He seemed to be plotting something with his hat.

I was told to drive on the wide, well-lit roads, but the reason I was driving on the fastest road was suspicious. So I took out my cell phone and tried to contact the people at home, but the telephone lines were down. I was sweating profusely, wondering what to do if something happened. Luckily, I was able to get a phone line and contact home.

"I was trying to find the words to break the connection with home while informing my daughter where I was. It wasn't long before I felt refreshed after regaining contact with home. When my phone ran out of battery, not only did I feel refreshed, but I also felt drained of all my energy. I looked at the driver, but he was still drowsy, his face hidden under his hat, and he looked like he was sleeping.

I couldn't get over my weakness when I asked if there was a charging cable, but the answer was no, which only increased my anxiety. In a dark place, the driver's hand reached for the dashboard and pulled something. I was shocked to see that the driver grabbed the object with one hand and pulled it, and the young woman reached for the door handle in a state of alertness. She also pretended to scream.

"Daughter..is your tutor back? Is your partner okay? Dad is worried. Didn't Dad tell a passenger to come out to meet you at the top of the road? He'll be back later." The young woman could barely breathe when she heard the driver's phone ring.

The driver explained. He said that there have been cases of people pretending to be passengers and robbing their cars, so he avoided the deserted streets at night. Even if he assumed that the robbers would be men, it would still be incomplete. He said that he had once hired a woman (sometimes even a child) to stop at a place where there were no people and then arranged a meeting with armed robbers who emerged from behind trees.

"That's why our drivers have to bring an extra passenger at night."

“Ah..so our passengers are even more suspicious.” “That's what I'm saying, just distrusting and suspicious of each other…….

Our society has lost trust and has been plagued by suspicion and suspicion, and suspicion is based on past events and even on the basis of communication. We don't trust our beliefs, we don't trust our values, we don't trust our values, we don't trust people. We don't trust signs and colors, we don't trust promises, we don't trust people because they've been broken many times. It's bad to not trust your opponent, but it's even worse to not trust your referee. It's easy to be suspicious of simple mistakes that can be easily explained.

The mind does not grow. We should not blame those who are suspicious because of bad traditions. How good is it to be trustworthy? A society that is trustworthy only punishes those who do wrong. People will behave in a way that earns trust. If they do not do it and are not punished, and if there is still a lot of power or influence, people will not trust and will oppose the opportunity. The loss of trust is more than the driver and passenger are suspicious.. In a society where everyone knows who and where they are, it is a sad life.

(People's Daily, Volume 2, No. 61, 2015)

Thoughts for children

You must have noticed the sad news about children in the world today. Children of all ages, from waitresses and maids to children who are suffering for a single meal or a glass of water. Children in the Witbey area are struggling for their lives. Children who have lost their future, children who are struggling just to survive. In Thailand, which is economically better than us, we cannot count our citizens accurately, but there are around 3 million of them. Among them are many children.

Society has not ignored the children, both local and international, who are struggling to survive and are separated from their parents. They are trying to find solutions in every possible way. "In the past few years, they have established about 200 local child protection organizations. They have visited about 40,000 children and provided training, and have been effective for about 150,000 children," he said.

These are just a few examples of how children who are in need of help and support can be treated and saved, even though their parents cannot do it themselves. This article is not intended to be a survey.

I think of children in their parents' arms. In Tanintharyi, a father is riding a motorcycle while a mother sits on the ground, holding an umbrella while the other arm holds a one-month-old baby. When the wind blows hard, the umbrella blows up and the mother falls, the child dies, and the father is also in prison. In Mandalay, a child falls out of the front seat of a car, and the mother, who is driving, turns the steering wheel while pulling, and crashes into a roadside snack shop, sending many people to the hospital.

There are many such processes.

In these cases , we see that our law is only strong enough to punish when danger strikes, and is weak enough to prevent it. In countries with good prevention, this kind of thing cannot even be planned or desired.

“Even if you are riding in a car with a seatbelt, you must fasten the seatbelt securely (if the child is a lap-sized child, a small seat called a Baby CarSar can be placed on the cushion in the back seat).

If you don't feel safe and go out and say "I'm fine" and leave the house, the neighbors and people on the street will object and stop you. If they don't find you, the police will arrest you if they find you. That's why no adult parent plans to organize a party for their children. Since the matter is only in their mind, it will not be possible to have a physical one. There have been no cases where adults have left their children alone at home for a while, and there have been cases where they have faced unnecessary dangers. It is very difficult to say that it is very difficult.

Their society does not allow children to be looked after by others in a house without an adult. If they go out, they are not allowed to carry children under the age of 8 on a motorcycle.

In countries that value and care for children, it is not allowed to intentionally punish a child, except for hitting him with a soft hand.

For example, if a doctor examines a child for some reason and finds a bruise on the child's body, the Department of Human Services ( DHS) can be notified so that the child's injury can be identified and investigated. If the doctor fails to do this, he or she can be prosecuted.

There are situations where we believe children should not be kept in their homes. These are:

"The guardian in the bedroom

(a) If you are sick or have an illness that prevents you from caring for your child.

(b) If there is a drug addict and they cannot be cared for

(c) If there is a perceived danger due to a domestic dispute

In such situations, the child is not allowed to stay in their home and is protected by the DHS's child protection agencies.

Not only that, but you'll also see that they even consider certain circumstances.

For example, parents are tired from work and can't take care of their children. They also have a low income and can't afford to hire a babysitter.

Childcare staff will be available to take care of your child after school until the parents can accept them. Don't worry about the cost, the government is already responsible for it.

As for the information, it is unlikely to be lost. These are things that rich countries can do, but how can a poor country like us? I don't want to cut the matter short. In the case of the abused child that was mentioned, the child will not be kept in that home in any way. It is also not allowed to move the house and hide it. A reliable department will protect and take care of it. Why are our mental foundations and attitudes different from yours? I want to share them so that you can think about what should be compared and prepared. I want to write about what I have seen, heard, and experienced.

Colorful ribbons and cartoons fluttered on the green grass, and the children wrote and tied their own letters on the ribbons. One was a friendship letter. It was a letter that prayed for the friend to return home as soon as possible so that he would not lose his strength and be reunited with his family.

Some children are drawing colorful pictures on the grass. They are pictures of children, dogs, cats thinking, and families in the flower garden. The meaning of children's drawings is not a sign of danger. They are just symbols of happiness and harmony. Even if the tape says that there are butterflies, even if there are pictures of dogs, they are not the kind of dogs that will bite. They are puppies that will be your companions.

They have less ego than adults, so their paintings only depict love and compassion.

On the other side, cartoonists draw portraits of all the children who come, just like a mother who has many children anoints her children one by one. In these portraits, the children write their names, school addresses, and letters to their friends far away. Inside, children come in with their toys in their arms. They play, they sleep, they untie the toys and give them as gifts (some even buy new ones, to send to friends they have never seen before). “In one place, children wrap their usual snacks on beautiful cards to send to their friends, along with their friendship letters.

The location is on the banks of the Yangon River. The children of the city are asking for support and peace for the war-torn children in ethnic areas.

They were also shown a documentary video with background explanations and a projector, allowing them to learn about the true horrors of war.

At the end of the grassy stage, two children riding on horseback, holding two long guns, are seen happily under the blue sky. Above the stage, the children themselves are acting out the peace-related themes. Actors and singers, including Pan Ye Lam, are just supporting and encouraging the children.

I listen to the children's voices from afar.

"Don't lose heart, my friend. May you sleep with your dolls and be happy with your family in your dreams. May you return home and go to school as soon as possible."

That kind of thing,

When adults, including reporters, ask children what they see and say, their answers are

"I felt sorry for my friends, they were running for their lives, and I was afraid they would be weak in the bunker, so I gave them a comic book and asked them to read it."

"I only sent toys. I didn't send toy guns, and I told them not to play with war."

"I bought you some bread because you were hungry," and they responded in simple sentences that they understood and felt, just like their simple art gifts.

"I'll tell my friends when I get to school. It's a pity that I can't even stay in school like my sons, so I run away."

A mother said, “My son is very attached to toys and won’t let anyone touch him, but at this event, he started donating freely, so I think he understood something.”

"The children who sell old water bottles are like, 'If you and your children had known from an early age, you could have saved more money.' Now you can buy them just a bottle of paint to paint."

He couldn't even buy lunch himself, so the elders nearby forced him to eat. Even so, he ate his fill and donated about half of the bread to the charity event.

Please tell me your son's name and address.

"My son doesn't have a home."

A child who came in his own car was worried about his parents. Couldn't he take them home or drop them off at school? The adults were smiling. The little girl, who was the same age as her, would be called. She would also have company. She would be alone at home and bored, so she would be called by one or two adults. I saw her sharing her clothes and crying.

A beautifully dressed child placed a book called Storytime Gifts on the donation table. Then, she asked her brother to hold the furry toy and take a picture. The child kept saying, “This is my brother’s gift.” After taking a picture, she said, “No , no, no,” and cut off the head, clipped it around the doll’s neck, and said, “I have a gift for you too,” and took another picture.

A child with shabby clothes and unwashed red hair picks up all the garbage that falls with a large, ragged bag. When he gets tired, he looks at the projector showing a documentary video. When he sees the worn faces of the children in the war-torn camp, he breaks the rope and lies down on the grass and looks up at the sky alone.

The stars are out in the evening sky. Bright stars are shining.

Some stars are dim, some are blurry.

But all the stars have a future to believe in.

Public Affairs, Volume 2, No. 62-63- 2015