Midnight Route, Jalan Pudu, 01.30am, Sat.11th September, 2010.

About Me

Kuala Lumpur, Federal Territory, Malaysia
The truth, the people, and the adventures of a Reach Out volunteer as he struggles through the obstacles of NGO work with the urban and rural poor of Malaysia. An adventurer who travels a fair bit but who is determined to settle down to a more stable existence. Is easy to keep as a pet as long as he is given regular bars of chocolate and curry puff's. Dislikes deceit and those with ego's, but as a Scotsman, enjoys wearing the Kilt and shocking people with the sight of his legs.

Sunday, June 10, 2012

What A Day- The Better Bits.

And from a fairly interesting, if somewhat stressful start, (not good for my blood pressure which is why I wasn't feeling so great in the first place), things just got better.

Better in a sort of strange way. I mean the work on our second run last night was fairly tough, and somewhat unusual.

The tough parts....well being down the river at the Lost City and seeing sound asleep one of our girls who we had helped get off the street some months ago to give birth was back, sound asleep and next to her, her baby. Under a flyover, on the riverbank. Let them sleep and follow up was the decision.

One of our street friends at Bangkok Bank, wrapped up in a blanket and suffering from a flu and fever. Quick examination, normal flu symptoms, some medication and extra water and on to the next location.

Watching the water rise in the river at the Lost City and ensuring that some of the street folks were keeping watch to raise the alarm if it came too high.

Being asked to examine a chap at McDonalds Kota Raya who had just been in a fight with some Indian guys. He was bleeding slightly from his nose, cut lip, cut above his left eye, left eye swollen and bruised. Problem was he had been drinking and heavily.

He would not respond properly to allow me to 'repair' him.

An examination revealed no broken bones, breathing normal, pulse rate normal, no lacerations to vital areas.

 He resisted this examination and so I left some painkillers, iodine solution, bandages, plasters, and cotton wool to his friend to get him cleaned up when he woke properly. Nothing abnormal about his condition which looked worse than it actually was. Left him some clean shirts to put on after his friend cleaned him up in the morning.

Then there was the good stuff.

I got the micky taken out of me by some of our street friends at the Lost City for losing the plot earlier in the afternoon which Feexa found most amusing, bless her.

One of the guys at Bangkok Bank who had been unwell for a couple of weeks and who we treated for his flu symptoms was much improved and back to his normal self.

We got an amazing 130 packs of beautiful food from our volunteer Sharul from Bank Islam who had left his wedding reception to bring them down to us at 11.30pm. I can only image what  his 'abandoned' new wife must have thought hehehehehehehehehe!!
Seriously though, what compassion from Sharul. Respect.

And then there was the Masjid India incident.

We had delivered some boxes of clothes and the street guys were going through selecting what they needed. One of our 'ladyboys' who is on the street there stepped up and began selecting some gents shirts.

The guy then went to a box of ladies clothes, selected a blouse and handed it to our "ladyboy".

The conversation went something like this:
Ladyboy... " why you giving ladies clothes to me? For what?"
Guy... "cause thats what you wear right?"
Ladyboy... " who says so?"
Guy... " this is more suitable for you".
Ladyboy... "you wanna make fun of me?"
Guy... "just trying to help. Its pretty and your style".
Ladyboy... "so you wanna make fun of me. You dont make fun of me. Maybe your parents were same as me you know".
Guy... "huh?"
This was related to me by Feexa who observed this. I was off with the crew at the other end of Masjid India at the time. Feexa giggled a lot after this incident!

One of our homeless at Masjid India wrapped up in his blanket with his cat also wrapped up in his blanket sleeping side by side together.

Stopping at the Lost City to be met with one of our furry friends who runs up to me as soon as he sees me, every time, without fail. I get a meow, a bit of rubbing on my leg and a welcome that makes your eyes tear up.

Listening to Melvin's stories from Klang operations some that really crack me up.

Standing and watching our volunteers go about their work and knowing that every night our boys and girls are out there doing the same.

There is a camaraderie in Reach Out that goes beyond words or writing.

I had a note from Amin in Germany before I set out on our 2nd run last night. It said that it was Saturday and despite the time difference he knew we would be setting out for our run and that he missed us. He just wanted to say that he missed us.

No words, no writing can really explain properly the ups and downs of what we do.
But we do it. Again and again, and again, and again.

Because we can. Because we care. Because they need our help.

What a day!

1 comment:

  1. AMIN!! We miss you too.. and always think of you... Well my friend.. we have good days and bad days.. Always the Good days are great days which always overshadow the BAD ones... Keep up the GREAT WORK!! May you be blessed with health always.. Cheers to another fruitful day...

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