Farewell my friend

Again, today I witnessed the worst-of-all in this cruel museum of life.

Dr.Khor, passed away in a road traffic accident yesterday. He's our good senior, colleague and a friend, who was very willing to help us whenever we need him.

Thank you for all the teachings you've given us.
Thank you for all the good cases and signs you've shown us.
Thank you for all the advices you've shared with us.
Thank you for letting us create problems for you.
Thank you for the time we spent together.

I truly enjoyed all of them.

May you rest in peace.

Let us all pray for Dr.Khor.

He'll be dearly missed.

Life's just so fragile. Nevertheless, it's the depth that counts, not the length.

Healers.

Hospitals are like the Museum of Human Life. One can find birth, aging, illness, death, and all walks of life. It is not unlikely that in the hospital, many people start to ponder the significance of life. Well, I always do.

During the process of serving the patients, a feeling of peace and of being needed emerges. The most valuable reward that I obtain is the beauty from the smiling faces of the patients. Thence, I learn and learn and learn to be grateful, appreciate and be satisfied with what I have and continue to serve them and to learn from our greatest teachers.

Thank you.

Kepong Ah Di

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