Childhood Memories

Well hello there!

I know it's been quite a while since I posted my last article but *sigh* here I am now! It's 1am here in Indonesia and I honestly don't know what to do. Yes, I have a class tomorrow morning so... screw you insomnia.

As usual, I'm going to share a short story about my life. But before I start, I just want to warn you that this article is pretty long (I know I said 'a short story' but I can't guarantee you all to expect a legit (lol did i just say legit.) short story cause I type a little too much. What can I say? I love typing. Hush.)

With an empty Starbucks cup by my side, let us begin the story.

Hahahahaha sorry I was being a typical white girl up there but oh well. But yeah, you read the caption, let's begin the story. For real.

Once upon a time in 1996 . .

Nah, that sounded so... Fairytale-ish. Too mainstream. Too unoriginal. Blah. Let's start it the right way.

I was born on Sunday, May 12 1996 at 5:55a.m. Even on the day I was born, there was a little story in it. My mom was about to give birth (to me, duh.) and my dad was also there. Since it was Sunday and my dad was (and still is) a reverend, he had a job for the morning service in our church at 7a.m. But of course, being an amazing husband and soon-to-be-dad he was, he didn't want to miss this incredible event. 

I'm going to be honest with you. It took five years for my parents to have a baby. They got married in 1991 and I was born in 1996. FIVE freakin YEARS. The struggles were real back then. 

It was nearly six as he became to be very anxious because he was stuck between to important events. His wife giving birth and his morning service job. I'm not gonna lie, my dad LOVES his job as much as he loves my mom so it's like... he has two wives... you know, my mom and his job... and... yeah that's how I see it though... BUT ANWYAY.

He didn't want to come late for this morning service in our church so he told the doctors and I quote, 

"If my wife didn't give birth by six, I really had to go."

Sad thing is, I don't know how my dad told the doctors about it. Like, did he tell them right in front of my mom's room or even in the room while listening to the nurse to keep pushing and stuff... No seriously, I don't know. After my dad quoted that line while telling me this story, he just jumped into the outline of the story.

"And guess what? It was five to six when you were born." and by that he finished. Finished. Done. The end. 

ahaha not really. Using these long spaces is so fun! I think I'm addicted to it. Well by the way, I didn't know how my mom got so motivated to give birth to me before six. She probably heard my dad say it or maybe one of the doctors told my mom, i don't know. But voila! I was born 5 minutes before 6 and my dad walked up to my mom and saw me for the first time in my mom's embrace.

It was one of the most beautiful moments my dad had ever experienced. My dad bent down to my face and whispered the most powerful prayer; The Lord's Prayer in my ear. His reason was simple, because my dad wanted me to hear the prayer before I got to hear the whole world around me. He also did that to my sister and brother. I got shivers when he told me this.

When I was 3, we moved to a small rented house in Tomang, West Jakarta. Before that, we lived in a manse nearby our church, but dad was transferred to another church, so my parents rented a small house. Living there was pretty awesome. I had new friends for the first time, which happened in my neighborhood and I was like 'went out of my shell' because I was a total shy girl back then.

I also had my very first day in school. Again, dad had a little story about this. I went to school with him and according to my dad, I held his hand so tight, too tight for a 3-year-old little girl. I assumed I was really scared to face the real world without my parents or everyone I knew around me. First day of school terrified 97% kids around the world... I guess. When we arrived, I held my dad's hand even tighter. I was scared of these strangers around me. I didn't recognize their faces, I didn't know them at all.

Dad understood immediately that I was terrified. So he crouched down to my level and hugged me before he said, "Don't be afraid, I'm right here."

And by that, I slowly let go of my dad's hand and let the teacher grabbed it slowly as she led me to my class. I hesitated at first so I kept looking at my dad behind me with a worried look. My dad gave me a nice but stern look and nodded his head slowly, as if to say "I'm still here." I believed him immediately and I got the courage to walk into class and began my very first lesson on my first day at school.

It's getting pretty late here. I'm gonna continue this story sooner or later. Promise. Don't believe me? I'LL MAKE YOU BELIEVE. ahahaha. no seriously i will. 

Pinky promise. Believe me now? :)

Rumah Bapaku Orphanage

Hello! It's been a while since I posted my last entry and now that I'm in a crazy mood to write a blog, so here you go! Haha

In this entry, I want to share what I've learned from my little visit to an orphanage called 'Rumah Bapaku' in Bali. It was an honor to do a little charity there. My friends and I had so much fun playing with the kids, they were all so happy, eager, and excited to see us, which makes me even happier to meet them. There were around 60 students (including me) from Tunas Indonesia High School that were divided into groups of five until eight. 

Each group had to pick three kids from the orphanage so that we could interact and play with them. I was looking for three kids but they were all already got groups. By the help from our group's mentor, Miss Linda, we finally found three little girls named Desy, Joly, and Sari. They were all still in elementary school (around ten to eleven years old.) I had an incredible time with them. They were very sweet, funny, and inspiring.

It was dinner time and when I finished my food, Sari took a hold of my hand and showed me a beautiful drawing of a girl, it was anime and she did pretty amazing. I thanked her and she just smiled sweetly yet innocently. Then came Joly with a piece of paper in her hand and she gave it to me shyly. It was a painting of a room, with pink walls and it was so pretty. The owner of the orphanage, Natasha, called all of us to the living room to watch a short film of how did she decide to build the orphanage. I watched closely as I kept recording the whole movie on my mind. 

Apparently, it all started from Natasha's father who cared so much about her and used to take her out from a village to another so that they could interact with other people and spread the words of God for them. Natasha grew up in a religious family because her father was a reverend. As a child, she told her father that one day, she wanted to make a big house so that other children that didn't have any place to stay could stay in her big house. She grew up into a very successful lady but despite all the wealthy and success she's got, that didn't make her break her promise to her father, which had passed away. 

She even came back from where she worked in Los Angeles and made an orphanage in 2009 and had thirty-six children lived (and still are living) in there. Her husband, Bram, was a very generous man and he helps her through everything. These husband and wife seriously inspire me. 

Until now, there are still thirty-six children in the orphanage and they live happily there. I made friends with Desy, Joly, and Sari. When it was time to play, i took them outside to give them something. Bit before that, I told them that i had a story and they were actually listening to me.

The story was basically about my life. I told them I was a failure because of a stupid mistake I had and I thought my life would be ended *snap* just like that. But no. Instead, God had other greater plans for me. I got accepted in Tunas Indonesia Senior High School and my principal, Mr. Charles, offered me to join the accelleration study program, and guess what? I made it. Yesterday, I got an announcment saying that I passed my national final exams and graduated. How cool was that. Graduating at such young age (seventeen).

Back to the story. I told them to never stop dreaming, they nodded their heads understandingly. This was actually my first time ever to tell people about my life story, not that I'm complaining though. I asked each one of them, "What's your dream?" Desy and Joly wanted to be a reverend, Sari wanted to be a doctor. I told the kids that my dad is a reverend and they were actually quiet surprised. "No wonder why you can tell us such inspiring stories, just like other reverends out there." Joly said. I literally just laughed.

I also told them to never give up. This one is pretty mainstream I know. But they seemed hopeless back there, they wanted to have a perfect life. They even envied me for being in a family. "You will have one too, soon. Don't worry." I reassured them. I told them to be grateful and thankful for Ayah (the way they call Bram) and Bunda (how they call Natasha) for accepting them there in Rumah Bapaku Orphanage, i made them promise not to disappoint their guardians, because Bram and Natasha were the only parents they had.

They were getting really interested in our conversation because they kept scooting closer and closer to me like I was their older sister. It was a great feeling having three sweet girls around me, two of them were hugging my sides, and laid their heads on my shoulders as I kept telling them my stories. 

I made them promise not only to never give up, but also never be afraid to imagine extraordinary things. They were just kids and it wasn't illegal to imagine crazy things like... I don't know... Have a private yacht? Buy an insland? Go to the tallest building on earth and watch every view around it? Have an enormous house? It was all their decisions in which to imagine.

I gave them bracelets as a promise to never break our promisses. They gladly accept them and hugged me saying a sweet thank you. I cried, I couldn't hold it anymore. Knowing that maybe I'm not going to see them again hurts. 

Maybe, just maybe, one day I would see them again in different situations... being popular, success, and wealthy. Who knows?

Strong Love

Hi everyone! Thank you so much for stopping by. I found out that my mom's friend read my previous post about my dad and she told my mom that it was inspiring and I should write more. Well, thank you for the feedback, miss! Really do appreciate it :) But anyway, this time, I wanna tell you a story of a couple, which is no ordinary couple.

Let's just get started...

There are so many amazing and enjoyable experiences in relationships, but not all of them are amazing and enjoyable. In some times, people had to face their struggles and problems, not knowing how to end them and don't know what to do to stay strong for each other in their relationships. Every people had their own experiences in their relationships. Some of them were delightful, some of them were stressful, and some of them just... let's just say didn't end up well.

But this one couple had their own experience...

It all happened on a rainy Christmas Eve in somewhere deep in South Sulawesi, Indonesia where there was a young man and his wife were about to go back home, which was miles away from their church, to celebrate Christmas together. They weren't a rich couple, so they had to borrow an old motorcycle to go home.  Despite the windy and rainy weather, they kept their smiles on their faces.

Darkness filled their journey as they kept protecting themselves from any danger. The rain got heavier, the wind blew harder, and the road was muddy, which was unnecessary for the motorcycle to keep going on. In fact, the poor vehicle had to stop because of the muddy road

and this is the beginning of the real story...

The man decided to hide the borrowed motorcycle underneath a palm tree. Don't get me wrong, but they were in the middle of a hood. Trees and bushes were at their surroundings, so it was quiet impossible to look for help.

The young couple decided to walk together, hand in hand. You have no idea how tough they were that time because they had to protect each other and stay strong for each other. It was dark, very dark, and it was still raining. They kept walking together, hoping to arrive safely at their home. After a few minutes of walking in the heavy rain, they stopped because apparently they had to climb up a hill. Seeing the journey got tougher, the wife started to whimper, complain, not accepting the situation that was going on right then.

"When are we going to get home?" "Are we there yet?" "Why is the rain so heavy?" those were the most said words from the wife's trembled mouth. The husband couldn't say anything to answer all of his dearest wife's questions, even though it was quiet easy to answer them, but he couldn't guarantee anything in a dreadful moment like that. He looked up to the sky and the rain just got heavier and heavier each time...

As if the night terrifying sky was mocking them, saying "Just give up. You'll never get home."

As you all may know, a gentleman wouldn't want to see his wife cries, and being a gentleman the husband is, he faced his wife and offered himself to carry her. The husband didn't say anything to answer all of his wife's questions, instead he did something unexpected and not every guy was brave enough to do this daring action, especially in a dreadful situation like that.

The young man moved his backpack and hung it against his chest, while having his wife on his back. Slowly but surely, he climbed up the hill, worrying that something might happen to him and his wife, turned out, nothing bad happened and they reached the top successfully. He let go his wife and held her hand tight, not letting her go. They started walking again and for once in awhile, the husband spoke up, "Don't look back. You might would end up being a pillar of salt, like Lot's wife." (If you don't know the story of Lot and His Wife, you can read it on Genesis chapter 19, verse 1 and ends on verse 26) followed by a soft chuckle, so he would light up the situation.

Slowly walking together, they finally arrived to their cozy home and their friends were there, waiting for them to celebrate Christmas together with them but most importantly, with the darkness of the day and the steep hill, they could pass them all together, because their love was strong and nothing could stop them.

Since then, December 25th 1992 was an unforgettable day for this couple and they would never be bored to share their experience to other people, especially couples.

You see, the young man is actually my dad and his wife is... of course my mom. Hahaha. I want to share this amazing story to you all because I found this inspiring, very very inspiring. You have no idea how much I wanted to tear up when I read the article for the first time (it's written in Indonesian / Bahasa Indonesia and it's available on my dad's website: www.alexletlora.com - also check out my dad's other inspiring stories there!)

I get inspired easily and I want to inspire people's lives with my own stories. I will tell you my stories one day, not just my parents'. ;)

Thank you so much for reading and I'm truly sorry if there is any grammar mistake. English isn't my main language so... yeah. But, please leave a feedback if you'd like. Thank you once again and God bless!