| Each time you visit AWWA community home at Blk 123 from Ang Mo Kio interchange, you would probably use the overhead bridge. If you're like me, you'd be huffing and puffing up the steps, squeezing every last ounce of energy to propel your feet forward, wiping the sweat off your forehead under the heat of the noonday sun. Focusing on the old folks on the other side of the bridge will surely help for you'll see eager faces awaiting your presence with them. As 15 of us volunteers arrived at the community home on Saturday, some of the elderly folk were, as expected, already outside the activity room ready for a game of Bingo, a buffet lunch and karaoke session after that. Immediately, we got into a buzz of activities - arranging chairs, ushering, calling out the numbers during the bingo game, helping the elderly with their number cards and handing out the presents. In another hour, we put away the chairs and arranged the tables for lunch. Some of us served those who were mobile while others tended to those with special needs including the immobile and those requiring food to be delivered to their unit. Our team effortlessly worked our magic on them; every action rendered by us filled their hearts more than food to the stomach. All the tasks done within two hours paled in comparison to the satisfaction and happiness that we received from the beaming faces of the old folks. While interacting, I met "Alice". I remembered the warmth of her hand and bird-like fingers as she squeezed mine. At around eighty years old, Alice's body is so frail and thin that it has been reduced to skin and bones. She has the most wrinkled face that I have ever seen, with white thinning hair tied at the back in a little knot. She sent me down memory lane with her as she reminisced her younger days working with her dad together in a warehouse for twenty years. She shared how she became independent and accepted the tough times and loneliness positively even though all her family members had passed away including her dad. Then, there was the Indian old lady who sung her heart out in Chinese, Teresa Teng's, " Yue liang dai biao wo de xin (月亮代表我的心)". She sang like a child and it moved us deeply. I heard from Karen, in charge of operations and leading us that day, that she had won in singing competitions. As Charles Tindell, the author of "Seeing Beyond Wrinkles", mentioned in his book, every elderly person has a wonderful story to tell about his life. I fully agree and wholeheartedly believe that there are more treasures undiscovered behind the four walls of the community home. Would you like to hear them? Spend little moments that mean an eternity to them? And let their presence touch your heart? Then, cross the bridge.
Contributed by Volunteer, Evangeline |