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People make mistakes.

But as much as I try to justify that statement, making mistakes, at the cost of another human being, is still wrong, no matter how you put it.



This is the burden that I carry.

Trying, to do things right, all the time, can be real tiring.

And sometimes, I feel like I'm not worthy, to be given this daunting task.

These hands, to heal.

And yet, when they fail, they become nothing but weapons of destruction.




So here I am.

Tortured by my own mistakes.

I have not made that many yet, but those that I did, I remember for life.

And what happened today, will be added to that chest of memories.

Of things harmful. Of things painful. Of things regretful.

Of things heavy, with guilt and sorrow.

All these, become engraved at all corners of the heart, one at a time.




But with His strength...

I carry them....

And I carry on.




- jess, burdened -

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  • Anonymous Anonymous says so:
    Friday, June 24, 2011 12:58:00 am  

    Dear Doctor Jess,

    You do not know me but I am a newly graduated medical student from the peninsula malaysia who on this night was searching on google for accounts of people going through housemanship in Sarawak. One thing lead to another and I was brought to your blog, of course I realize by now that you are probably an MO or more by now. After reading a few of your posts I felt you should know how much you have inspired me.

    I have always had this longing to go to Sarawak for my housemanship to put myself up for the best training made available to me. But as the dates approach for me to finally fill in that form, i have found myself trying put my own heart and the hearts of those i will be leaving behind at ease. I guess tonight I was looking on google for someone to tell me that "Hey come to Sarawak, it is a good choice". But of course nobody can make our decisions for us.

    I found the writings on your life as a doctor so moving and honest. Both the joy and the pain, the sacrifices and rewards are equally as real. We have been blessed to be given the opportunity each day to do something we love and find great meaning in. But people on the outside will never understand the great burden it also is.

    I guess I am saluting you for your hardships and endurement, for your moments of weakness and strength. And when I am finally an overworked exhausted HO in Kuching/Miri one day I will remember your words and your faith and your passion and it will keep me pushing on.

    So thank you, and God bless his angel which is you!

    -Soon to be Dr.T- top