Apai & Indai - tu endang dua iko orang ke berat amat alam pengidup kitai. Dua iko orang ke ngada lalu mentuk pengidup kitai; orang ke disayau serta orang ke endang meruan enka kitai - no. 1 alam pengidup seduai. Alam dunya reba baru tu, cara2 apai indai enggau kitai kurang pengubah; tang cara2 anak enggau apai indai peda aku - bisi pengubah.
Endang dalam adat kitai Dayak, kitai sigi ngibun apai indai kitai maya sida nuh tuai; tang orang barat - nama udah 18 ke atas, lalu ngati ke diri. Dini endor sida ke tuai tu pengujung iya - aba nursing home tauka ke rumah pengandal tuai. Taja endor tu manah serta bisi utai ke lengkap ari segi mayoh macam utai diguna, lalu sekeda baka endor bercuti (holiday resort). Tang sebilik nadai. Aku maya di luar negeri, bisi nemuai ngagai endor orang tuai - ianya ke private & perintah, beza iya bisi endal.
Kitai endang nemu, maya sida apai indai udah tuai, nuh mayoh penyakit lalu sekeda beguna ke medical care ke lebih. Kati patut ka enda perintah kitai ngaga facilities ke ngibun/ngemata ke sida udah maya nya?
Aba aku, setiap hari ianya Hari Apai & Indai ..
Selamat Hari Apai enggau Indai!
Tu mesej dikirum siko ari bala menyadi alam Kristus ... sama2 kitai bepikir ...
The Wooden Bowl
I guarantee you will remember the tale of the Wooden Bowl tomorrow, a week from now, a month from now, a year from now.
A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in-law, and four-year-old grandson. The old man's hands trembled, his eyesight was blurred, and his step faltered.
The family ate together at the table.. But the elderly grandfather's shaky hands and failing sight made eating difficult. Peas rolled off his spoon onto the floor. When he grasped the glass, milk spilled on the tablecloth.
The son and daughter-in-law became irritated with the mess. 'We must do something about father,' said the son. 'I've had enough of his spilled milk, noisy eating, and food on the floor.'
So the husband and wife set a small table in the corner. There, Grandfather ate alone while the rest of the family enjoyed dinner. Since Grandfather had broken a dish or two, his food was served in a wooden bowl.
When the family glanced in Grandfather's direction, sometimes he had a tear in his eye as he sat alone. Still, the only words the couple had for him were sharp admonitions when he dropped a fork or spilled food.
The four-year-old watched it all in silence.
One evening before supper, the father noticed his son playing with wood scraps on the floor. He asked the child sweetly, 'What are you making?' Just as sweetly, the boy responded, 'Oh, I am making a little bowl for you and Mama to eat your food in when I grow up. ' The four-year-old smiled and went back to work.
The words so struck the parents so that they were speechless. Then tears started to stream down their cheeks. Though no word was spoken, both knew what must be done.
That evening the husband took Grandfather's hand and gently led him back to the family table. For the remainder of his days he ate every meal with the family. And for some reason, neither husband nor wife seemed to care any longer when a fork was dropped, milk spilled, or the tablecloth soiled.
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