This week’s on call job hasn’t been easy. I almost got phone calls every day (lucky that I didn’t get them after 10pm or in the middle of my sleep, otherwise I just don’t know how I would have managed it).

There have always been some crisis situations. Dementia mother wandered around and tried to break the hospital and escape to god-knows-where; Communication broke down and people didn’t get service, so carer hasn’t been in any sleep for two days; father rang in, almost in tears to ask for whatever the help to manage their son’s abusive behaviours towards family members….I enjoy that I can be a help for those people who need it. But sometimes, after a very intensive conversation, I often ask myself, “does life really need to be this hard for them?”

In the past 15 months, I’ve seen too much struggling, frustrations, pains, worries and anxieties….Life seems not a bit of worth celebrating and never been pleasant for those people to live out. However, the choice left for them is so little. Sometimes I need debriefing myself. I have to admit that there is something that I just can’t do or change, so I have to learn to let it go. Now I can accept that all the working hours I have spent everyday only can solve very small part of each individual’s problems. The Life itself challenges them more at a every single day basis. And I can’t help questioning the purpose of the “God” who gives these suffers to people (if there is a God). What was his meaning to create all these???