Everyone carry their own CROSS

I was blog hopping and came across this blogger call "Old beng"
Blow is a story quoted off his blog:

Mr Tan had been married for 7 years. He was an average white-collar
executive in a MNC, driving a Nissan, lived in a Terrace, went for
vacation every year with his wife and only son. He paid his tax timely,
his life was nothing but plain routine, plain like the plain water.

On a Friday night, Mr Tan came home later than usual after having a few Beer in the Pub with some of his colleagues.

Mrs Tan wasn´t feeling well and they started a quarrel over a trivial matter and accidentally, Mr Tan killed his wife.

He
was panic and didn´t know what to do. He was only 30 years old, he had
a good career and he definitely didn´t want to go to jail for a
mistake, an unintended mistake, caused by him.

Good thing his 5-year-old son Alex was already asleep.

After
much consideration, Mr Tan buried his wife in his garden. His corner
terrace was the last unit and his immediate neighbour, the Lim Family
was in the States and would only be back the following week.

While cleaning himself in the bathroom, Mr Tan kept thinking, "How am I going to explain to Alex where his mummy has gone to?"

Knowing
his 5-year-old was super-duper glued to his mummy, Mr Tan was really
worried how to answer Alex question about his mummy´s whereabout.

One day passed… Alex never asked any question.

Second day passed… Alex still didn´t ask for his mummy.

Third day passed…

Fourth day passed…

On
the fifth day, Mr Tan could no longer suppress his doubts, he asked
Alex, "Alex, how come you don´t miss your mummy? How come you never ask
me where mummy goes?"

Alex, with his big innocent eyes, looked at his daddy and replied, "Daddy, I want to ask you one question?"

"Yes?" Mr Tan asked.

"Why are you carrying mummy behind your back for so many days……"

To me it kind of resemble a Thai horror movie "Shutter", but Old Beng got a easy listening version. I thought about it and I later had a thought going through me. Its like what they meant by "everone carry their own cross" For those holy molly people, its a cross they r carrying…. but for those evil or non good deed doer, what u carry is wat u have brought upon yaself. Karma to be exact.

Sometimes I wonder what kinna load i’m carying. What ever i’m carrying be prepared for the ride that i’m going to go through….yiiiiii haaa…!

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    Old Beng said,

    Ha, I got the story line from another blogger, Misuka.


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