One oyster omelet.
What a beautiful sunsetl
Certainly.
I can't seem to recall | the last time I felt this peaceful.
You're right. | We've come so far.
Without you | I wouldn't be where I am now.
Where is fate leading us?
We will go wherever | it takes us.
We'll always be together, | till the end, right?
How much is this?
You tell them | it's too expensive.
You're asleep again.
Don't come back tomorrow.
You're fired.
Damnl | Crying day and night.
What are you doing, fatty?
- Hello. | - Hello.
I am...
your new teacher.
My name is Ms. Chan.
What is your name?
My name is Shijia.
You look...
very cute.
Thank you.
Candy?
Thank you.
Heyl
Get me a beer.
Where's mine?
I beat him all the time | when he was young,
and he still turned out useless.
Why isn't he like you?
Sir, please buy some tissue.
$1 for three packets.
Thank you, thank you.
Hello?
Why have you been | avoiding me?
StarHub is unable | to get a response
from our customer's mobile phone. | Please try again later.
Get outl
Can I help you?
Are you okay?
...may perish from all sorts of hurt.
Love disappears only when you | do not understand what it means.
I was born July 9, 1943, | in Sago Lane.
I was a cute and happy baby.
But had my parents known
what was in store for me,
they would probably
have given me away for adoption.
Dad lost a thriving | restaurant business.
I had to learn how to cook, wash
and clean by the time I was 10.
My parents were happy | and proud of me.
But their happiness and pride
did not last long.
There was little knowledge | as to what
really happened | to cause my deafness.
How much is this?
This one can.
How is your father?
He is fine.
Do you go to see him?
Yes, sometimes.
You should see him more often.
Old man. Old man.
A pack of Marlboro.
Marlboro.
Why run a business | behind a closed grill?
It's so inconvenient.
You should open the grill.
At 14, I went deaf.
Why, I don't know.
One night blood and pus
trickled down my cheek.
Both my mother and father
didn't think much of it.
My mother thought | it was only a small boil
which had burst open.
The next morning | I lost my hearing.
She shouted into my ears,
but I couldn't make out
what she was saying.
How much pain and suffering
can a person take?
I have often wrestled | with that question.
I've lost my hearing, and now
I'm about to lose my sight as well.
It all started with the right eye.
I saw changing colors | and black dots
and I kept blinking.
My parents did not | take me immediately
to the hospital for treatment.
They just gave me eye drops
and Chinese herbs.
They only sought help
when I was no longer able | to see with my right eye
and when my left eye
started to give me trouble.
I remember long stays | in the hospital,
daily vision tests, | painful injections
and bandages on my eyes.
My hands were tied at night
because they didn't want me | to touch my bandages.
Every morning
when the doctors | came to check on me,
I asked them | if I would ever see again.
One doctor patted my hand
without replying to my question.
I just kept praying...
"I do not want to be blind,
and I do not deserve | this eternal punishment."
I became blind.
I felt I was living
in a silent and dark prison.
There were days | when I didn't want to live.
But there were good days
when I would tell myself
that it did not matter | as long as I was alive
and I was guarded by heaven's love.
I doubt if most people | can understand
what it's like to be deaf and blind.
It's as if someone had a wall
which nobody can tear | or break down.
I cannot see beautiful sights
or hear beautiful sounds.
But I never saw or heard
anything ugly either.
God works in mysterious ways.
Sometimes people appear
and just change | the course of your life.
Mrs. Elizabeth Choy | came into my life
and it suddenly veered
into the most wondrous | of dimensions.
Beth, now 95,
is a remarkable person.
She suffered during World War II,
but she never lost | her self-respect,
her dignity | and her love for humanity.
She is my personal heroine of peace.
It was because of her | that I went to school.
At that time, | Beth was the principal
of the School for the Blind.
Alerted by a social worker,
Beth came to my home in 1957
and won me over.
Somehow in my heart I knew
she was kind | and could be trusted.
She enrolled me | in the School for the Blind.
It never crossed my mind
that I could attend school again
after becoming deaf and blind.
I soon met Reuben Jacob
who became my beloved teacher.
Singapore School | for the Visually Handicapped
Nobody expected much | from Mr. Jacob
as far as educating me | was concerned.
After all, | I had a double handicap
and I spoke Cantonese | and no English.
He was blind, Jewish
and spoke no Chinese.
But my teacher was
a smart and patient man.
He devised his own methods
of teaching someone | who was not only blind
but deaf too.
Would you like me
to teach you weaving?
Yes.
Okay. Please do it for me.
Up and down.
Up and down.
Up and | down.
Okay. Please do.
The paper is
like your finger.
You must be careful.
Do not bend it, okay?
In early 1957, Sir John Wilson,
the blind director
of the Royal Commonwealth Society
for the Blind in London,
toured South-East Asia.
The visit was to mark
another milestone in my life.
When he visited the school,
Beth told me to tell him in Cantonese,
"Please help me and remember me.
I want to go to school."
Mr. Wilson did.
He visited the famous | Perkins school
in Massachusetts
and told the director, | Dr. Edward Waterhouse,
about a deaf and blind girl | in Singapore...
"If you see her, you will like her."
Well, Dr. Waterhouse turned up
in Singapore in 1958.
Yes, he liked me.
In fact, he liked me so much
he offered me a scholarship
to go to Perkins,
where they had the best teachers
and facilities to educate | someone like me.
And so I found myself in America
at the end of 1960.
I could not speak English | at that time,
and one of the most | important things
was teaching me speech.
It was probably baffling | to a lot of people
how someone like me
who is both blind and deaf
can learn a totally new language.
I guess it's true what they say...
"If there's a will, there's a way."
Determination can conquer
the most difficult | and discouraging things
in the world.
...I prayed all the time... | "Please don't make me blind."
"I don't deserve | this eternal punishment."
The Story of Precious Lotus | (Theresa)
Pa.
Pa, how are you?
Pa, your food is the bestl
Pa.
Eat.
Ma's dead.
You have to | take care of yourself.
I'm translating a book | for this lady, Theresa.
She's deaf and blind.
This is her life story.
You should read it.
I have to go | and see Theresa now.
I'll come back | next Sunday for dinner.
My father cooked this.
I thought you might like it...
braised pork.
Smells delicious.
I was blessed and lucky enough | to have traveled the world.
It was in Bombay that I encountered
my first sorrowful experience.
One night
God wanted me to know His world.
My traveling companion | Peggy and I
were standing | on the balcony of the hotel
when she described | what she saw to me.
On the dirty pavements
were hordes of homeless | families sleeping.
Peggy said they looked | hungry and lifeless.
It struck me then | that while I was disabled,
I had everything.
These people were just struggling
so that they could survive.
I quietly made a vow that one day
I would donate something
to these poor people in India.
In 1975, I appealed | to the public for help
and received some money
with which I bought | two Perkins Braille writers
and two Braille watches.
I arranged for these | and a sum of money
to be sent to India.
I did a lot of growing up | in America.
I received an education,
I did things | I never thought I could do.
I even dated.
Pa.
Theresa loves your cooking.
I love curry.
It tastes good.
Anything special you would like | my father to cook?
My father is very inspired | by your book.
This tastes very nice.
Your father is a good cook.
My father is very happy | cooking for you.
He really enjoys your feedback.
I have three regular visits a week
from kind folks | who come to help me
with my weekly grocery shopping,
to take me out | or to keep me company.
My father is getting better.
...From one who loves you...
Going down.
Going up.
Going up.
We all have dreams.
I am no different.
I dreamed of being
a Chinese opera singer | at age three,
but fate robbed me | of this dream.
Are there dreams | that do not die?
God alone knows, | and I trust Him.
I nearly got married in 1968,
but I lost him to nose cancer
on Christmas Day, 1968.
Till today,
at five to 5:00 | every Christmas morning,
my tears flow freely.
Today I am still single
and still very much | in love with him.
I dreamed of love and family
but God took my only love
and all my sweet dreams died.
Pa, I need your help.
I have to attend | to a suicide case now.
I need you to visit Theresa.
She's expecting me at 8:00 p.m.
Can you please go first?
I can't make it on time.
I don't want her to worry.
Smells good.
What did your father | cook today?
Who are you?
Are you his father?
Yes.
Come in.