From Nothing To Something
And then...life happens.
In time I learned no matter how planned I try to make my life to be, something plan may end up nothing. And nothing planned may end up to something.
Let me give you an example. Look at the doll below.
|Olaf doll I made in early December 2019|
I made this doll out of socks. If you tell me in my 20s and 30s that one day I will make dolls in my 40s, I will laugh at you. Me? A doll maker? The last time I was into dolls was probably when I was 9 years old. I outgrew them. I would never consider myself making dolls. Yet here I am today.
|Dolls I made for fundraising and to give away for charity.|
Over the years, I have been teaching sock doll making on an invitation by NGOs. (Cybercare-UNHCR, World Vision Malaysia, Breast Cancer Group Support Johor Bahru, The Inclusive Outdoor Classroom and Ronald McDonald House Charities Malaysia). Through these experiences my understanding of refugees, special needs children, breast cancer survivors among others widen my life perspective. My understanding widens regarding the work scope of each NGOs do to assist humanity. I always feel humbled, more appreciative of my life with each encounter.
|Doll Making Workshop with Ronald McDonald House Charities Malaysia.|
|Doll Making Workshop with The Inclusive Outdoor Classroom|
|Doll Making Workshop with Cybercare-UNHCR|
Doll Making Workshop with Breast Cancer Group Support JB.
Through this journey, I got to experience incredible human experiences, enriching my heart and humanity. Because of this, a stranger asked me for a hug although I knew her less than an hour. She was a cashier in a shop, a young lady of 21 years old. She noticed the quantity of socks I bought and inquired out of
That she was lonely. She honestly shared that she did not have many friends and working hard to
|I hope this doll continues to give her love, |
comfort and hugs whenever she needs it
family issue and of trying to make ends meet. I was growing concern by her openness.
I remembered I gave her advice not to approach any stranger with such vulnerability as not everyone is nice, unfortunately. There are those with bad intention based upon my experiences. She shared that it was the first time she did this. She shared that she could not help but be touched by me. I reminded her of someone she knew. When she first met me, my face gave her good vibes.That if she did not make that request, she had a feeling it would be the last time we would connect. So, she took a risk to ask for a hug from a total stranger.
We met up once more with a gift in my hand for her. I made a rabbit sock doll, hoping it shall give her the comfort and love especially during moments of loneliness.
Thereafter, we connected for a few more years. Today no longer. I wished her well wherever she is today.
I had no desire to make dolls, to be honest. I was feeling tired and stressed then. I assumed it may be a one-time experience to help me unwind my stress and lift my spirits up. This activity has unexpectedly become much more today.
Over the years I discovered a doll may not be just a doll. A representation of hope, love, comfort, hugs and kisses even. When Patrick was in much discomfort during his recovery from the liver transplant surgery, a few friends made arrangements to deliver dolls to the hospital room. Patrick would touch each doll with a smile and showered it with hugs and kisses. His face would look more relaxed, no longer stressed by the daily hospital procedures. He would be happier at the moment although temporarily. The dolls made a big impact on lifting his emotions up.
I end this article with my poem below.