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Unsung Heroes - Contributors & Supporters
There was a family who stood there watching. And their son caught my eye.
No, he wasnt good looking.
And no, i wasnt eyeing nor glaring at him.
He just stood there, watching the group.
As Kirby, Kevin, Richard and his wife were trooping, he stared at the group. With no expression on his face.
Nor scare, nor happy.
Just stood there, watching.
The father tried so many time, pushing him to go to the troopers to take a photo, but the son indicates that he didnt want to.
The family stood there, watching the son, watching us.
Then the father noticed that i was staring at them. I quickly looked away.
He reached into his pocket, gave it to his son, and pointed towards me.
As he came, walking, i knelled down, for him to gave his family's charity contribution.
And as he was putting it inside the box, i kept looking at him.
He looked at me, and i smiled.
"Thank you.....thank you very much...."
The kid with no expression, I'd tell you, when he was putting the charity inside that box, his face just lids up. When I thank him, he smiled.
Yes, he smiled.
And as he was walking back towards his family, the father, mother and his brother, cheered and clapped for him.
I bow down, indicating thank you, to the family.
As they turned and walkaway, i saw the family patted the son's back, stating well done, and the son just smiled and was very proud of himself.
He had the most beautiful smile i've ever seen.
I hold the box in front of my face, and yes, i started to shed some tears.
I looked towards the group, and i saw Kirby as the stormtrooper posing with visitors, never a dull moment that he wouldnt pose for the camera and shaking hands with the kids. Kevin, the imperial officer, whom always there trooping and being a sport, posing for pictures. Richard and his wife, Biker scout and Jawa, side by side, creating a power house. And there was Dave, whom always carried the banner all day, assisting and up-to-toe for each picture taken. Ivan and Azizul, both camera men, capturing each moment and also making sure everybody's ok. And there was also Tara and Deneb, Richard's children. They were always there, assisting the posters, taking pictures and videos together.
And then i remember the last week event. Putrajaya Hot Air Balloon festival. Where the 501st family gathered and show their support for charity. That moment was beautiful. Almost amazing. Helping,side by side, to raise fund for the Japanese Tsunami Relief. All came to support the event. Even the ones who cant make it, their support shines by comments, texting and wishes.
At that moment, what i encounter, what i saw, and what i remembered in my mind, made me suck up my tears, and kept going. It was a new found strength, that inspire me to push just a bit longer and make the best out of everything.
And boy, was it worth it.
Yes, we were proud of it.
I am proud of them.
I am honoured to be with them.
In the name of charity, and sharing the same passion, we raise fund.
The 501st family, helped to raise fund. Supporting each other.
=)
I stood there watching. At a family. The son caught my eye.
No, he wasnt good looking.
And no, i wasnt eyeing nor glaring at him.
He was a down-syndrome kid.
and he had the most beautiful smile of all
=)
Lady: "where're hans solo....?"
501st: "we dont have him..."
Lady: "why?....you should, you know..."
501st: "we're the bad guys...."
Lady: "the bad guys....?"
501st: "yup, the bad guys...."
and bad guys it is,
not bad
not bad at all...
What do you think? Write your views and comments about the column. I would like to hear your opinions. Anything & everyone is welcome
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