I've lost touch to this blog for a really long time. Have lots of activities going on in school and outside of school. Just came back from a camp which was supposedly 4D3N, but due to some reasons, it has been cut short. Nevertheless, its a meaningful camp I ever been to, I swear I'm gonna go for the camp again next year!
Thanks to Weetiong for pulling me to join this camp. Frankly speaking, I wasn't very keen to such camp due to the fact that I'm lazy and its holiday. First day of the camp was not really a good experience and I totally show no interest in that camp when we arrived. I'm not as participative as I used to be and whenever there are chance to grab a rest, you would see me. Even if its on the floor. I hide when volunteers told me to help out and when playing games, I'm also the one showing the 'I don't give a damn' look. Probably its because I'm from ITE and everyone in my group were either from good JCs like RJ and CJ. If not, they are from NUS or SMU. Really felt inferior while being with them. Never had I have this feeling before. Their schools really make me feel stupid about myself. However, they seemed to be friendly and approachable. They've been to many camps before and many are camp instructors because they have different camp T-shirts. I was called out by the leaders asking for reasons about the way I acted, but I just shake them off as if nothing happens. The first day was tiring, but there's more to come because beneficiaries would be in this camp the next day.
The second day starts off with bunk mates asking me about why do I set my alarm so early in the morning and disturb them. I was label-ed the Ah Lian Ring tone Boy for that reason throughout the camp. My beneficiaries did not come to the camp because he was sick. So I was beneficiary-less throughout the camp. I was so happy at first because I've no one to take care of which was good. However, I felt sad because that's what the camp is all about. It's about the beneficiaries and not me. However, I treated the other beneficiaries with due respect and really took care of them thoroughly. Although they are very difficult to take care of because of communication barrier, I did not give up and give my best out. Seeing smiles coming from their face really gave me the sense of satisfaction and that also motivates me to want to really take great care of them. I looked after them when they wants to go toilet and also when they are eating. I make fun of myself just to see the smiles and laughter coming from them which was worthy.
The third day was sad because we were told that we are going home due to some reasons. Many beneficiaries were sad because they did not get to experience the high element. One of them didn't want to go home and change to track pants telling us to bring him to the high element. Hearing from a beneficiary saying this really aches my heart because this shows how much he anticipated for this Bi-Annual camp. Many of us just coax him and divert his attention to other stuffs like Milo which was his favourite. Although its just one day getting along together, I still feel like crying when they were on the bus going back. One of the beneficiaries cried and throw tantrums because he wanted to stay in the camp. He even turned violent and pushed me.
Being with these beneficiaries really make me felt that my life is perfect compared to them. Although I may have setbacks, but it was nothing compared to theirs. It makes me also want to appreciate my life even more and wants to serve for them as a volunteer. This Y-Camp Challenge really makes me mature and see the different sides of life. Although they are disabled, doesn't mean they are unable. Many of them could really take care of themselves and be independent. They are able to communicate with their buddy and ask for what they want which I thought was impressive. We were expecting the worse when we met them, but they prove to us what they could do and could even do better than us which I felt lousy myself. However, I would like to stay active and be a volunteer so as to learn more and see more.
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