and it is.
my camera is gone, my friends. the last picture i took was of my new tutor student, soojin, with her yummy honey brick toast and americano.
losing it was a blur. all i remember is waiting for the subway to arrive, taking the camera out of my bag, forgetting why i took it out, "ooo there's a bench," taking out my planner, "ooo there's the subway," getting off one stop later to transfer, "ooo i should look at today's pictures," realizing i don't have it...................
i went back after EIGHT minutes of leaving that bench, only to see that it was.... not..... there........
(yes, eight minutes seems long, but that subway station is always EMPTY!)
how am i gonna document the rest of my time here (a little less than 3 months omg)???? how am i visibly gonna let my family and friends know how i'm doing/what i'm up to???
now i can't finish ep. 3 of my winter video diary.
i hate losing things. i hate losing people. i hate losing.
sigh.
well, life goes on, right? (i plan on buying the canon 1400is... i just don't know how. amazon says they ship internationally, but when i typed in my address, they said nope. freaking liarswiththeirpantsonfire.)
so after this horrible event, i traveled 45 minutes to jeanne's area, where stella, jean unni (stella's sister), sheldon, and i met jeanne to go to this free movie showing that her co-teacher got her free tickets for.
Priest Lee Tae-seok, Korea's Schweitzer, sacrificed everything in Africa's Sudan. His last gift is the touching human documentary "Don't Cry for Me Sudan".
In February 2010, a small village called Tonj in south Sudan. A brass band of Tonj marches through the village. The boys in the front were holding the picture of a man, smiling. The villagers could not believe his death and cried for Tonj's father. They are the Dinka, and their lives have been stained with anger, hatred, poverty, and disease. They risk their lives to protect their families and livestock. They are strong, so their tears are worth more. But they are crying for priest Lee Tae-seok, who left this world at age 48. He was the father of Tonj, a doctor, a teacher, a conductor, and an architect. His sacrificial life comes to the screen.
His beautiful life will be shown to the world!
ok, this summary sucked. but pretty much, this catholic priest, who originally wanted to become a doctor and received a Ph.D, left his dream to become a priest/medical missionary in Tonj, a small village in Sudan. with his many talents (music, medicine, architecture, education), he literally changed the lives of those people. this priest died early because of some cancer and the whole village, upon hearing this news, went into mourning -- something they usually don't do for their own people.
within the first 10 minutes of the film, i whispered to stella, who'd been 열심히 consoling me about my lost camera, "stella, this is humble-bombing me already."
here i was being so materialistic, when the people in africa don't even have decent water to drink.
this documentary was so inspiring to me. it really taught me that one person really CAN make a difference. it also made me think:
- i want a husband like him
- i want to help the less fortunate via occupational therapy, money, art, music... whatever gifts God's given me
- the gospel can be spread through actions and deeds, too -- not only through words
- i want to love like Jesus did
- i need to be thankful for everything, including the fact that i used to own a camera and that i could afford to replace it with another one.
the last picture (taken with my camera) in my "korea 2k11 - january" file.
(i fit into kids size hello kitty slippers -- surprise surprise)
good bye... i'm sorry i only had you for a year.
note: at least i still have my macbook. i almost left it on the bus a few weeks ago, but before i got off, i moved to another seat leaving my laptop, and some nice lady brought it up to the driver. i'm seriously DUMB.
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