We almost gave up because of the deep and unsettling sense of fear, yet a voice within told us to go back without wasting another second. I can’t understand how Hong Kong became such a city... On my way back to CUHK, images of the Tiananmen Square massacre continued to replay in my mind. Was it deja vu, or had I lost my sanity?
Read MoreSending dad to the hospital was my idea, a decision that gave him the final nudge off the precipice, a decision for which I blame myself. I change my working environment every once in a while because I don’t want to become a cog in the current medical system. Humans are supposed to have feelings—how can we treat our work as just a job when lives are at stake, especially when the people we serve are so vulnerable?
Read MoreSince I became aware of social movements, I have only been a participant, and have never stepped up to the frontline of the movement, because I am afraid of trouble and easily discouraged. One might even say I lack the courage to make a difference. My newly acquainted ‘schoolmates’ changed me. They are really helpful and truly tireless, and taught me how to be free from fear via action, letting me know that breakthroughs lie only in persistence.
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