Dear world,
I want to share what I just saw today. Something that made me have a strong believe that nothing is impossible.
Today, I just came back from my hometown. I traveled to and from my hometown, Pasokan, by using boat "Ferry" since it was Eid Ul Fitri last week. It took about 6 to 7 hours to arrive back in Gorontalo.
I had some kind of lessons I learned during my journey which I want to share to anyone who would love to read my post.
My first lesson of Life
You know, I do not always talk with people like others. When I travel, I mostly spend my time reading books or just stand/sit in one place and watch people around me. But this time, it was different. I traveled with one of a kindhearted people, ka Lulu who is from the same village as me (she is always kind, helping me when I just started my study at the university, and she has wonderful attitude). She invited me to stay with her during our journey, so I did. I was talking to her when another person who is also from our village joined us. I started our conversation by talking about how things are in my village. We talked about how different the village is and how people have changed. We shared about things we face at our workplace, and when Andri, the man who just joined us talked about his experience with his students and the students family, I got really mad to hear his stories. He teaches Senior High School by only getting paid about Rp. 3,000 or equal to 50 cents/hour , can you believe that???
