At times we get all upset about life being unfair, that some are better off and we haven’t got what we deserve… As I walked along Jonker Walk one night, I couldn’t help but staring at an average-looking lady, both hands and forearms cut off, yet tying a brush around her right-hand elbow with a wristband, writing Chinese calligraphy. With special interest in Chinese calligraphy, I decided to take a closer look. It turned out that she was writing calligraphy for a living and you could choose to make a donation as soon as you get your requested calligraphy sorted out. As I approached the table, she asked me for my full name. Curious enough, I wrote down my full name and passed it on to her. She took out a nice A4 piece of paper with flower decor along the borders and started writing what I found out later a 4-verse poem with each word in my full name as the starting word of each verse. To my dismay, it was a beautifully written poem reflecting the meaning of my Chinese name. I was speechless. Such talent! Such life! The poem is now framed and finds its place in my study as a precious gift from life….