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Thursday, September 2, 2010
Tong Sian Primary School, Penang
Tong Sian Primary School, Penang
CLASSMATE 1968-73
My dearest friends,
The photo of the above school was taken recently when I made my trip back to my hometown, Penang. If you have read my preceding articles, you may probably realised that this trip has brought back my old sweet memories.
This school has reminded me of my six good years of receiving my early school education there, throughout 1968 to 1973. I was only standard two when the racial riots happened at 1969. Thank God that my belated father had rescued me from my school.
There are about five bus stops away from my house to this school. I recalled at times I walked back with my two schoolmates occasionally, whom I still contact till date. We used to walk back because there was only one type of bus we could take from our school to home, i.e. Bus No 9, which routes take about half an hour a trip. At that time, the weather was not that hot and we took about 15 minutes to walk a single way, through some short cut path.
Three of us met in China when we made a trip about a year back to visit my friend's brother, who is still working in China. Whereas both of us are in Malaysia. Three of us have different faiths, despite beginning with the same faith. Both of us migrated to Kuala Lumpur about two decades ago, whereas his younger brother was working in Penang prior to his employment in China.
I recalled many years ago, prior to my graduation from the university, I met up with several of my old school mates to organise a reunion. However, I did not join them because my lessons started much earlier than the reunion date. Thereafter, I did not hear from the rest of them.
As I write and post this article of this school in the hope that I be able to contact these group of people again. Who know, we might take up other challenging work to track back the history of this unique school, which I think we all know very little of.
Append below is the group photo of my schoolmates which I have kept with me for the past 37 years. Please leave down your contact details via comments or email to me at jamesoh2003@yahoo.co.uk
Wish you all very best and look forward to hearing from you,
James Oh
Your Chief Servant,
James Oh
Founder and Group CEO
Founder and Group CEO
Skype me at james.oh18
A Full Glass Of Milk
A Full Glass Of Milk
Very nice story to spread to...
One day, a poor boy who was selling goods from door to door to pay,
for his hungry stomach, decided he would ask for a meal at the next
house.
On the way through school, he found he had only one thin dime left
and he was very hungry.
However, he lost his nerve when a lovely young woman opened the
door.Instead of a meal he asked for a drink of water.
The woman thought he looked hungry, so brought him a large glass of
milk.
He drank it slowly, and then asked, 'How much do I owe you?' 'You
don't owe me anything,' she replied. 'Mother has taught us,never to
accept pay for a kindness.'
He said...'Then I thank you from my heart.'
Year's later that young woman became critically ill.
The local doctors were baffled.They finally sent her to the big
city,where they called in specialists to study her rare disease.
Dr. Howard Kelly was called in for the consultation.
When he heard the name of the town she came from, a strange light
filled his eyes.
Immediately he rose and went down the hall of the hospital to her
room.Dressed in his doctor's gown he went in to see her.He
recognized her at once.
He went back to the consultation room determined to do his best to
save her life,from that day he gave special attention to the case.
After a long struggle, the battle was won. Dr. Kelly requested the
business office to pass the final bill to him for approval.
He looked at it, then wrote something on the edge and the bill was
sent to her room.
The woman feared opening it, for she was sure it would take the
rest of her life to pay for it all.
Finally she looked, and something caught her attention on the side
of the bill. She read these words...
'Paid in full with one glass of milk.' Signed, Dr.Howard Kelly.
Tears of joy flooded her eyes as her happy heart prayed: Thank You,
God,that Your love has spread abroad through human hearts and
hands.'
Very nice story to spread to...
One day, a poor boy who was selling goods from door to door to pay,
for his hungry stomach, decided he would ask for a meal at the next
house.
On the way through school, he found he had only one thin dime left
and he was very hungry.
However, he lost his nerve when a lovely young woman opened the
door.Instead of a meal he asked for a drink of water.
The woman thought he looked hungry, so brought him a large glass of
milk.
He drank it slowly, and then asked, 'How much do I owe you?' 'You
don't owe me anything,' she replied. 'Mother has taught us,never to
accept pay for a kindness.'
He said...'Then I thank you from my heart.'
Year's later that young woman became critically ill.
The local doctors were baffled.They finally sent her to the big
city,where they called in specialists to study her rare disease.
Dr. Howard Kelly was called in for the consultation.
When he heard the name of the town she came from, a strange light
filled his eyes.
Immediately he rose and went down the hall of the hospital to her
room.Dressed in his doctor's gown he went in to see her.He
recognized her at once.
He went back to the consultation room determined to do his best to
save her life,from that day he gave special attention to the case.
After a long struggle, the battle was won. Dr. Kelly requested the
business office to pass the final bill to him for approval.
He looked at it, then wrote something on the edge and the bill was
sent to her room.
The woman feared opening it, for she was sure it would take the
rest of her life to pay for it all.
Finally she looked, and something caught her attention on the side
of the bill. She read these words...
'Paid in full with one glass of milk.' Signed, Dr.Howard Kelly.
Tears of joy flooded her eyes as her happy heart prayed: Thank You,
God,that Your love has spread abroad through human hearts and
hands.'
Monday, August 30, 2010
TONG SIAN PRIMARY SCHOOL PENANG
Tong Sian Primary School, Penang
My dearest friends,
The photo of the above school was taken recently when I made my trip back to my hometown, Penang. If you have read my preceding articles, you may probably realised that this trip has brought back my old sweet memories.
This school has reminded me of my six good years of receiving my early school education there, throughout 1968 to 1973. I was only standard two when the racial riots happened at 1969. Thank God that my belated father had rescued me from my school.
There are about five bus stops away from my house to this school. I recalled at times I walked back with my two schoolmates occasionally, whom I still contact till date. We used to walk back because there was only one type of bus we could take from our school to home, i.e. Bus No 9, which routes take about half an hour a trip. At that time, the weather was not that hot and we took about 15 minutes to walk a single way, through some short cut path.
Three of us met in China when we made a trip about a year back to visit my friend's brother, who is still working in China. Whereas both of us are in Malaysia. Three of us have different faiths, despite beginning with the same faith. Both of us migrated to Kuala Lumpur about two decades ago, whereas his younger brother was working in Penang prior to his employment in China.
I recalled many years ago, prior to my graduation from the university, I met up with several of my old school mates to organise a reunion. However, I did not join them because my lessons started much earlier than the reunion date. Thereafter, I did not hear from the rest of them.
As I write and post this article of this school in the hope that I be able to contact these group of people again. Who know, we might take up other challenging work to track back the history of this unique school, which I think we all know very little of.
Append below is the group photo of my schoolmates which I have kept with me for the past 37 years. Please leave down your contact details via comments or email to me at jamesoh2003@yahoo.co.uk or bthongoh@hotmail.com.
CLASSMATES OF TONG SIAN
Wish you all very best and look forward to hearing from you,
James Oh
Your Chief Servant,
James Oh
Skype me at james.oh18
http://liftyouup.blogspot.com
My dearest friends,
The photo of the above school was taken recently when I made my trip back to my hometown, Penang. If you have read my preceding articles, you may probably realised that this trip has brought back my old sweet memories.
This school has reminded me of my six good years of receiving my early school education there, throughout 1968 to 1973. I was only standard two when the racial riots happened at 1969. Thank God that my belated father had rescued me from my school.
There are about five bus stops away from my house to this school. I recalled at times I walked back with my two schoolmates occasionally, whom I still contact till date. We used to walk back because there was only one type of bus we could take from our school to home, i.e. Bus No 9, which routes take about half an hour a trip. At that time, the weather was not that hot and we took about 15 minutes to walk a single way, through some short cut path.
Three of us met in China when we made a trip about a year back to visit my friend's brother, who is still working in China. Whereas both of us are in Malaysia. Three of us have different faiths, despite beginning with the same faith. Both of us migrated to Kuala Lumpur about two decades ago, whereas his younger brother was working in Penang prior to his employment in China.
I recalled many years ago, prior to my graduation from the university, I met up with several of my old school mates to organise a reunion. However, I did not join them because my lessons started much earlier than the reunion date. Thereafter, I did not hear from the rest of them.
As I write and post this article of this school in the hope that I be able to contact these group of people again. Who know, we might take up other challenging work to track back the history of this unique school, which I think we all know very little of.
Append below is the group photo of my schoolmates which I have kept with me for the past 37 years. Please leave down your contact details via comments or email to me at jamesoh2003@yahoo.co.uk or bthongoh@hotmail.com.
Wish you all very best and look forward to hearing from you,
James Oh
Your Chief Servant,
James Oh
Skype me at james.oh18
http://liftyouup.blogspot.com
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