A little about me.
In a nutshell, I am an animal lover like no other.
I love all animals -- be they dogs, cats, or birds; any animal that moves.
I am concerned for their welfare; and will do anything to protect them, help them.
In those days when my work (fixing refrigerators)took me to people's houses, I usually ended up in their kitchens.
And while working on the fridges I was never too busy to mind other people's business. I glanced around to check on the owners' vices. Discreetly of course. If he or she showed tendency to be cruel to animals, I was not afraid to voice my views and tried my best to convert him or her.
For example, one day I went to the house of a former manager of Malayan Banking's Weld Quay branch.
As soon as I entered the house, I heard something which might be perhaps sweet music to Mr. Lim's ears, but to mine they were distressing noise -- of a bird sentenced to die in a cage.
While fixing his refrigerator, I called Mr. Lim into his kitchen to discuss our old time dealings when he was the manger of the branch I used. Then I launched my attack!
I started by asking whether he has ever gone to prison. He said no, and I believed him.
Next, I asked him if he knew how hard is life in prison, he said he could imagine. I believed him. Then, I pounced on him and accused of being a callous person whose heart was made of stone. Although he knew prison life was a torture, yet he could still subject his bird to such a horrible condition.
I asked if he knew his bird suffered more than human prisoners? This time he turned silent; he couldn't answer. I told him to answer me how long he sentenced his poor pet to stay in the cage; one year, five, 20 years? Whether he ever thought of releasing the bird by himself. What crime did the bird commit? I told him for humans, if the judges hammer down 5 years that's all they have serve. But alas, for the birds they languish in their cages (prisons) until they die.
While in his prison his bird missed the life of being a bird: he could not fly; he could find the best worms; he could not mate and have the thrill of having chicks to foray for foods for; he could not bathe in a stream and frolic to its heart's content; he or she could not find their favorite cherries in the forests -- in short he or she was just a plaything for the man who keeps up with the Joneses.
My mission at Mr. Lim's house that day was a success. I managed to fix his fridge and was paid; he also promised to think and ponder over my sermon.
Mr. Lim decided to follow my advice and release the bird into a nearby jungle!
In a nutshell, I am an animal lover like no other.
I love all animals -- be they dogs, cats, or birds; any animal that moves.
I am concerned for their welfare; and will do anything to protect them, help them.
In those days when my work (fixing refrigerators)took me to people's houses, I usually ended up in their kitchens.
And while working on the fridges I was never too busy to mind other people's business. I glanced around to check on the owners' vices. Discreetly of course. If he or she showed tendency to be cruel to animals, I was not afraid to voice my views and tried my best to convert him or her.
For example, one day I went to the house of a former manager of Malayan Banking's Weld Quay branch.
As soon as I entered the house, I heard something which might be perhaps sweet music to Mr. Lim's ears, but to mine they were distressing noise -- of a bird sentenced to die in a cage.
While fixing his refrigerator, I called Mr. Lim into his kitchen to discuss our old time dealings when he was the manger of the branch I used. Then I launched my attack!
I started by asking whether he has ever gone to prison. He said no, and I believed him.
Next, I asked him if he knew how hard is life in prison, he said he could imagine. I believed him. Then, I pounced on him and accused of being a callous person whose heart was made of stone. Although he knew prison life was a torture, yet he could still subject his bird to such a horrible condition.
I asked if he knew his bird suffered more than human prisoners? This time he turned silent; he couldn't answer. I told him to answer me how long he sentenced his poor pet to stay in the cage; one year, five, 20 years? Whether he ever thought of releasing the bird by himself. What crime did the bird commit? I told him for humans, if the judges hammer down 5 years that's all they have serve. But alas, for the birds they languish in their cages (prisons) until they die.
While in his prison his bird missed the life of being a bird: he could not fly; he could find the best worms; he could not mate and have the thrill of having chicks to foray for foods for; he could not bathe in a stream and frolic to its heart's content; he or she could not find their favorite cherries in the forests -- in short he or she was just a plaything for the man who keeps up with the Joneses.
My mission at Mr. Lim's house that day was a success. I managed to fix his fridge and was paid; he also promised to think and ponder over my sermon.
Mr. Lim decided to follow my advice and release the bird into a nearby jungle!
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