Finished the 9km, pass the finish line and got the medal I wanted.
Ya, nothing special,
except the fact that for someone as slow as me got a qualifier medal,
that's PURE luck.
Anyway, what I wanna say here is not to boast about what I got.
But about this lady.
There was a lady in the marathon today,
Tim found her crying loudly, ranting about something...
looking all around, as though searching for something...
And on her hands was 2 Glatorade sample cups....
It was assumed that she lost her kid...
She cried and cried, ranting and ranting,
Tim asked if we should do something about it...
I said we should, but let's observe and see what is she actually looking for first...
And we stood there watching her sitting at this corner,
not moving an inch, crying...
with the 2 cups of Glatorade glued firmly on her palms.
I thought: For a women who has juz lost her child, she's relatively calm...
After not too long,
she started moving into the crowd,
crying and ranting...
This is when Tim glides off and followed her,
with me trying hard to keep up behind..
And he approached her and asked what happened.
She juz replied:" cari ibu..." and cries...
She stomps away looking all around crying loudly...
Pushing through the crowds, I finally kept up with them.
We are at the place where the big shots are seated.
Tim's trying to get the PA guy to make and announcement,
but got rejected as the BiG Shot was making a speech...
The lady started crying loudly and shouting for her mother again..
What caught my attention most was not how many gazes were directed towards us,
or how many annoyed faces were shown that moment,
but the fact that after all the yelling and sobbing,
she still have the 2 cups of Glatorade with her.
The impatient reaction of the PA guy pisses me as he couldn't get her to calm down.
I mean, come on! She lost her mother!!!
Where's your patience???
After answering some questions by some other people around there,
the lady started crying again....
This time, the big shots glanced our direction,
but their butts still glued to their seats.
I dunno if they are being respectful to the guy talking in front,
or juz mere ignorance,
no effort was made to know what's going on.
Anyway, as the workers round there find her disturbing the speech,
she was asked to sit, calm down, stop crying..
Taken to another place for I dunno-for-what and talk to another bunch of people...
Tim and I juz stood far away, watching her,
to see if she's getting the help she needed...
She stopped crying for awhile,
and the tap flowed out not long after.
Few ladies started bringing her around,
in the attempt of looking for her mother...
Remember, she's emotional, terrified, scared, and unstable...
Dun forget, the 2 cups of Glatorade she's put much importance on.
So, as this emotional young lady was storming out once again to find her 'ibu',
Squeezing through a crowd,
some Glatorade will surely spill out on her way, right?
And surely, in a situation packed with people,
some lucky one will get a portion of the Glatorade on them...
They cursed her.
Saying bad things about her.
I was mad...
But why pick up a fight with people who doesn't care?
Back to the topic,
she found her mum.
Standing there waiting for her.
And she burst into tears again,
holding her mum tightly to her.
I didn't see if she's still holding the 2 cups after that anot,
but it was a happy ending.
Tim and I were really happy.
You see, in this event,
we get to see actually how many people who are living in their own world,
not wanting to understand that its not the world you are in important,
but is the world you are out of that is...
Money is not important...
Live is.
"Our faith in God is like a marathon... We have to run until the end till we reach our destination... Heaven..."
Dun give up.
Headlines:
~ Super star, Amy Winehouse died at 27
~ 98 dies of gunshots by a police imposter in Norway
~ 10, 000 dies out of hunger per day becoz of the famine in Somalia
How depressing...
Price Tag (Acoustic) -Jessie J
