Struggling pple

I've been seeing patients with Real and Unreal problems everyday.

My job is to empower them... All of them... in any way that is BEST for them. So, sometimes, I dun offer them any help.

It's really All Up To my own Discretion. *But of cos according to standard policies. I pray for wisdom. I pray tt I do tt everyday.

There are lots of pple struggling everyday. When they come into the system to receive help, they are already in a very bad state. Sometimes I do wonder if they are cursed. Frm the oldest till the youngest, none escape illness. NONE.

Everyday, I sit in my office listening to each of them unfolding their stories.

It made me realise that everyone do hv a story to tell. But are we aware of it? Do we take for granted that pple around us are FINE? Did we allow them to TELL us their story? Did we jump into conclusion, assuming that we KNOW their story?

I guess it's a reminder for myself to STOP and LOOK at familiar faces who are yearning to be heard or perhaps even shouting for help... and of cos to ASK and LISTEN.

Suddenly, I remembered that I've got a long overdue mission to accomplish.

It is ridiculous if I dun attend to it.
I may even regret for the rest of my life.