Hi Guys I am back and what a lovely day it was to welcome me home. You
don't know how good life is until you witnessed problems other people in
other countries faced. I am a migrant by marriage to this beautiful
country. Although, if I haven't been m...
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Hi Guys I am back and what a lovely day it was to welcome me home. You
don't know how good life is until you witnessed problems other people in
other countries faced. I am a migrant by marriage to this beautiful
country. Although, if I haven't been married to an Aussie, I would have
been able to migrate here on my own because of my profession. It was
much in demand then and probably now as well. Stopping over in country
of birth, I came to realised why I left it so many years ago, swearing
that I would not return except to visit family members. For many years,
I kept my promise but as one matures in age as well as in outlook, I
became 'soft' and was lulled into thinking hey, perhaps over time,
circumstances change, but not so, as I soon came to realise a few weeks
ago. However, it wasn't till I was physically there, that it brought to
home that as a member of a minority group, which I and others refute, in
the sense that the Chinese people think the government downplay the
percentage of Chinese population in cob, that we were never accepted on
equal terms, not as long as the present political party insisted on
remaining in power. Power corrupts and after fifty plus years of
independence, this country is still ruled by one party. The opposition
is ruthlessly crushed and 'quietly' assassinated. So, there you have it.
I told my niece about Australian politics and the ousting of Tony
Abbott. She said that in her country, if you dare to dsagree, she then
used her hand to form the shape of a pistol, 'bang'. End of story. Her
hubby is a taxi driver. He chooses to be self employed because he
couldn't stand offce politics. However, there is no holiday and sick
pay. He recently injured his foot and was not able to work for a week.
Pressure soon mounted as bills kept coming in and there s no Centrelink
to the rescue. Luckily, for them, I was able to lend a helping hand by
giving them some money to settle their bills. It just made me aware how
fortunate I am, firstly, to be able to help them and secondly, to call
Astralua home. Although, it does make me sad as well as guilty, to think
that when depression visited, I found it hard to count myself fortunate.
How to share with these people, including niece and her hubby, that
depression does not respect 'fortunate' people. It strikes rich and poor
alike except, it is better to be 'rich' and depressed. Not sure where I
am going with this except to say that for today, I am grateful to call
Australia home.