An Ending to Our Wesley Story

Clean litterbox!  Cool.

Clean litterbox! Cool.

Yesterday, I said “Goodbye” to our campus rescue, Wesley.

It wasn’t the goodbye I had envisioned, nor the one I had hoped for, but it is the one that has transpired, none-the-less Here is the ending to our Wesley story.

A Visit To Dr. Qiu’s Clinic: Asking a Big Favor

My attempts at finding Wesley a home were running out so I took the initiative to call on my good friend, DVM Dr. Qiu, on Saturday at his Greatest Love Animal Hospital. He used to take care of Little Flower, my former dog, and all her medical needs so that is how I know him. (Stories of Dr. Qiu and his clinic visits can be found in past blogs, if you’re interested.)

Dr. Qiu is also featured in 2 chapters of my children’s book about Xiao Lao-lao. This was one of the reasons I wanted to visit him. I had as yet to give him a copy of our canine immigrant’s story, something definitely called for, especially as he had been so instrumental in Lao-lao’s recuperation from an unhealthy street life and his search for a home.

The second reason for stopping in was to ask a big favor: Could he house Wesley during the summer and maybe find him a good home? Dr. Qiu had helped me out in the past with my pity saves. Surely he’d be willing once again to lend a hand.

Catching Up with Dr. Qiu

When I arrived at his clinic entrance Saturday morning, Dr. Qiu was all smiles and welcomes amid my amazed stare at his new animal hospital. Not only was the place completely remodeled but he had brand new medical equipment in almost every room. He had also hired 3 more vets for his practice and a staff of 10 assistants.

After the grand tour of all the rooms, he shared with me the cost: $10,000 for remodeling; $60,000 for the equipment. Whew! That certainly was an upgrade from his measly, outdated surroundings of last year.

I honestly didn’t recognize the place, that’s for sure.  The size of it and the top-of-the-line machines (some ordered from the States) put my Harmonious Animal Hospital a few notches lower on my personally contrived 1-to-10 Chinese vet hospital scale.

Dr. Qiu and I hadn’t seen one another for over a year so this was a nice time to catch up on things. His son graduated from a US university with his BA in Finance. This year, he is working in a Chengdu bank but has already applied to several American universities to study for his MBA. He shouldn’t have any problems being accepted. The kid is very, very bright.

Needless to say, Dr. Qiu is an extremely proud Chinese dad.

An Answer to the Wesley Dilemma: Wesley has a Summer Guardian!

When it came my turn to share, I pulled out my book to surprise Dr. Qiu and showed him his chapters. Both pages featured his picture with Lao-lao and him busy making phone calls to friends to ask for fostering help.

Dr. Qiu and Xiao Lao-lao, 5 years ago

Dr. Qiu and Xiao Lao-lao, 5 years ago

Dr. Qiu calling his friends, looking for a home for Xiao Lao-lao

Dr. Qiu calling his friends, looking for a home for Xiao Lao-lao

I included the flyer about Wesley, which he quickly scanned before saying, “You need someplace to put the cat? He can stay here. He can just come and go as he pleases. Not a problem.”

I didn’t even have to ask! Wesley had a summer guardian.

Dr. Qiu’s enthusiastic response to Wesley’s plight bolstered my hopes that he was about to have a great life in the future. Now it was returning back to my one-room flat to share the wonderful news with Tomcat Wesley.

Not in Good Spirits

I expected a lazy, sleepy greeting when I returned home but Wesley, I could tell, wasn’t feeling well. After 7 days of good health and pampering, I knew when I walked in the door that something wasn’t right.

Later that evening, Wesley tried to eat and vomited immediately . . . blood.

This wasn’t good.

Back to the Clinic

Everyone at the hospital was surprised upon my return.

While I waited to see our on-call vet, Dr. Mao, one of the vet assistants came over to see Wesley. She was the one who had given him his kitty toy to brighten up his cage the second day he was there. She quietly unzipped his carrier and cooed “Way-si-lee!”while petting his head. He closed his eyes and gave a low “merp”.

“He’s not well,” I told her.

She looked worried, and so did I, and so did Dr. Mao when he came to ask what the problem was. I showed him the bloodied tissue spit-up I had brought with me.

He immediately frowned and sent it off to the tech room for analysis.

Wesley was then taken to the back room kennel to be hooked up to his usual IV. I left, hoping that he’d react to the meds as fast as he did the first time.

The next day on my visit, Wesley purred and came to be petted but he still wasn’t feeling well despite all the drugs being pumped into him. By the third day, he was oozing brown goop from his mouth, his plastic head cone on while he huddled miserably on his haunches.

No purrs or greetings for me.

I tried to comfort him with gentle strokes but Wesley was just too ill to care.

As Dr. Mao stood over me, looking down at Wesley’s deteriorating condition, I knew it was time to let Wesley go.

Second Guessing

Of course, all sorts of thoughts go through your mind when it comes to making this kind of decision in an animal’s life. You begin to wonder if having done something else would have made a difference.

Should I have brought him to the vet’s sooner, like 3 months ago, instead of waiting so long? Should I have gone another 2 weeks before giving him his first set of vaccinations, just in case it triggered his weak immune system and caused him to backslide? Should I have asked for more antibiotics after bringing him home, just to make sure he was really well?

Would any of these things have changed the outcome?

It is so hard to say. We can only deal with what is before us, and what was before me was a very sick Wesley who, after 3 days of heavy-duty drugs and IVs, was not getting better.

He was getting worse.

We could all see it.

The staff. The veterinarians. Me.

It was time, and we all agreed, to give Wesley his 安乐死 (an le si), peaceful happy death. This one, last good deed, a luxury rarely if ever bestowed on outdoor cats in China, was the greatest blessing we could give our rescue kitty, Wesley.

So it is with an aching heart, although a heart that knows it was the right thing to do, that I say my farewell to our dear little United Methodist rescue.

A Match Made in Heaven

I imagine our kitty in a much better place now, perhaps curled up on the lap of his namesake, Reverend John Wesley. There Wesley rests, purring away as a studious John turns the pages of his theological reading materials with one hand and absently strokes our contented cat with the other.

They make a peaceful, congenial pair, definitely made for one another.

It is a perfect ending to our Wesley story: a new friendship, a match made in heaven.

From Chengdu, China, here’s wishing you Ping An (Peace) and many blessings for your upcoming Easter Sunday.

 

A happy, healthy Wesley, 卫斯利.  I will miss you!

A happy, healthy Wesley, 卫斯利. I will miss you!

 

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Wesley Looking for a Home: “你好!我叫卫斯利”

(Note: I am using an ancient computer that is no longer allowing access to certain features of my website or hotmail account. If you don’t hear from me for awhile, that’s why!)

Before beginning a new blog launching into yesterday’s Consulate presentation experience, I’d like to take some time to update everyone on Tomcat rescue, Wesley (卫斯利), who is in need of a good home.

Over the past 2 1/2 weeks since Wesley came to my place for fostering, he’s grown into quite a handsome fellow. His black coat has improved immensely, filling in where previous scars have been, all because of his current good living.

What is truly amazing is his attitude: docile, quiet, completely laid back and a no-trouble kitty who just sleeps, eats and relaxes in his favorite spot on the sofa cushion. There he spends almost all of his days and nights.

Since I live on the second floor, with rooftops and trees right outside the balcony area window, kitty Wesley can come and go as he pleases. He either sits outside on the security bars, where I have placed some wooden planks for him to flop on, or wanders to explore his new surroundings. Usually, he roams about for a few hours before returning to either snack on dry food or once again crash on his comfy cushion.

I think after years of struggling outside on his own in the rain, cold, humidity and heat of Sichuan, he is beginning to realize that indoor life is a much better alternative!

Wesley’s Flyer

As a means of raising interesting in our Wesley’s need for a home, a friend of mine ( Sichuan University junior Gao Pei, or Frank) helped translate the below announcement which I plan to post in different locations, including our animal clinic and the US Consulate.

Let’s hope it brings Wesley to a family or person happy to give him a great home.  (See Flyer Below.)  And here’s wishing you “平安” (Ping An, Peace) for your weekend.

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I’m Wesley!See my sad story by Connie, my rescuer, at connieinchina.org: “Kitty in Need: My First 2014 Act of Mercy,” posted on March 30, 2014.

你好,我叫韦斯利。好心人康妮在她的网站connieinchina.org上记下了我的悲惨故事,《待救的小猫:我2014年的首件善举》,文章发于2014年3月30日。

Wesley pics and campus 012

(I look a lot better in person.)   真容比照片好看的多哦~

I need some love and care from May 1 – August 20 (or be adopted). I don’t scratch, bite, pester or meow a lot. I don’t need a ton of attention. I do love my food and quietly hanging out. Small dogs are OK by me. Not sure about other kitties. I am finishing my vaccinations. (Not yet neutered.)

5月1日至8月20日期间,我需要人关怀照料(或领养)。我不抓/咬/缠人,也不会成天喵喵乱叫~我不用你操多少心。我不挑食,喜欢安静的散步。我跟小狗们很合得来的~但不知道其他猫咪喜不喜欢我。我已经注射疫苗了(还未绝育)

Interested? Contact Connie (she speaks some Chinese) at:  Email: corneliaw2000@ hotmail.com Cellphone: 18308323002                   对我感兴趣吗?立刻联系康妮吧~(她会说点儿中文哦)                 邮箱:corneliaw2000@ hotmail.com    手机:18308323002

 

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U.S. Consulate Talk Today: Welcome First time Visitors to Connieinchina.org!

Today, it’s off to the Consulate this afternoon to introduce my Chinese Chengdu audience to Marshall, Illinois, my hometown. Everything is ready to go, including the powerpoint tour of our trip together (loaded into the lecture room computer), materials for the drawing in our after-presentation quiz, prizes for those who answer correctly, and hand-outs with Marshall websites if anyone wishes to receive further information about my Mid-western town.

Naturally, on that website list is my own connieinchina.org. There are many past stories of Marshall, not to mention different parts of China, that others might be interested in reading. So those of you visiting for a first time, welcome!

There might be difficulty for some of you as the pictures are blocked in China.  If you don’t have the software to get around that, when the Consulate IRC (Information Resource Center) is finally open, please use the in-house computers there to visit my site.  You will then be able to see everything, including a review of our Marshall, Illinois, journey from today. 

I am honestly looking forward to being in front of the room as the presenter instead of hunkered down in the seats as a student.

Once a teacher, always a teacher!

Hope you all enjoyed the talk this afternoon.  And, as is my customary exit, “祝你平安!”  (My non-Chinese speakers can most likely make a guess at that one — I wish you Ping An, Peace!)

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A 3-day Weekend: Tomb Sweeping Festival (清明节—Qing Ming Jie)

From past entries, faithful followers will already know about this 1-day holiday, falling on April 5, which was added to China’s official “days off” list several years ago.

It is a time when city and country folk alike visit the graves of relatives, usually laid to rest in the distant hillsides of hometown and village areas. Entire families take the day off to travel to the gravesites where they tidy up the area (i.e., sweep the tombs) light incense, burn fake paper money for the dead to spend in heaven, and bow several times to show their respect for loved ones no longer with them.

This year, our Qing Ming Jie fell on a Saturday with the official holiday being Monday. Schools and government offices are closed today, meaning no classes for me.

Since the official day was Saturday, however, most people have already made their way to the countryside to visit relatives and travel to the tomb areas. And what a shame that we in this part of Sichuan had constant rain almost the whole day! Town and city folk who went to pay their respects must have had a hard time of it, sloshing along muddy, overgrown, unfamiliar pathways they hadn’t visited for an entire year.

In actuality, I know for a fact what troubles befell them.

Joe in rural Longzhou (Guangxi Province) Tells me his Tomb Sweeping Day Experience

When I was teaching in smalltown Longzhou, very near the Vietnam border in Guangxi Provinice, I often wrote about Joe (his chosen English name), a teenage boy who visited my home to practice his English. Our friendship began when he was 13 and now he is 17, completing his junior year in high school.

Although I moved back to Sichuan 2 years ago, Joe continues to keep contact with me via email and telephone calls. This past Friday night, he called, as is his weekend habit, to tell me of his Saturday plans.

He and his family would travel by borrowed car to the countryside for cleaning the gravesite of his relatives. After that, they would return home by noon and he and his classmates would go out to eat at a newly opened restaurant that served Korean food. Joe was really looking forward to enjoying a day with friends after dutifully spending time with his family in the morning.

“You’ll have to tell me tomorrow how the day went,” I told him before we called it quits for the night.

The next evening, I was expecting his Saturday call. I waited quite a long time but still, no Joe.

Finally, close to 10 p.m., there it was.

“Wow, Joe! You’re calling so late. So how was your Tomb Sweeping Day?” I asked, ready for some quick reports filled with mostly how good the Korean food tasted.

“Oh!” Joe groaned. “So unlucky!”

The Story Unfolds

Joe then began his woeful tale of a very long, long, long unhappy day.

It started around 8:30 a.m., when he, his folks and grandparents started out on their yearly tomb sweeping trek. Hints of rain seemed to have dissipated, causing no one to bring umbrellas under the assumption clear skies would follow them throughout the day.

To make the trip faster, they borrowed a car so they could arrive in a timely manner to relatives’ homes in a small village. After exchanging greetings, off everyone went, picking their way along well-worn dirt pathways that skirted farmers’ plots of land. They made their way upward on steep slopes into the hillside where the graves were located.

Of course, necessary items were brought with them, such as incense sticks, paper money, lighters and food snacks to leave for the dead as well as enjoy for themselves.

They pulled the tombsite weeds, tidied everything up and began showing their customary respects.

The Unlucky Day Begins

Just when they were about to finish, the rain started.

Big rain.

In fact, huge rain!

In other words, it poured, according to Joe.

There were no trees for anyone to find shelter under and they had a 30 minute walk yet to go to return to the village. Everyone began quickly scurrying down slippery, muddy trails to make it back, moving along at different speeds.

For some reason, I’m guessing Joe and his dad were at the tail end of the pack to make sure everyone was safely on their way. It was at that time that they lost sight of those ahead of them and ended up taking a wrong turn.

That wrong turn sent them traipsing through unfamiliar countryside for 2 hours!

They were soaked, frustrated, filthy, hungry and exhausted when they finally stumbled along the correct pathways to lead them back to where everyone else was waiting for them.

“Where have you been?!” all asked in surprise. “We’ve been waiting for a long time. It’s past lunchtime. We’re starving!”

And to make matters worse, Joe mentioned something about the car breaking down.

I’m not sure if it that happened before they left or during their journey home, but it caused even more delay.

Needless to say, Joe’s expected noontime arrival in Longzhou for his Korean lunch with his classmates didn’t take place. He finally returned home around 4 p.m., missing the feast, and ended up staying at home to clean up and rest.

A Tomb Sweeping Day Never to be Forgotten

Despite the troubles of the day, Joe was laughing about it after he finished relating the story to me..

“Now, we think it’s very funny,” he said.

Yes, certainly a 清明节 (Tomb Sweeping Festival) never to be forgotten,humorously told again and again at family gatherings.

And, hopefully, never again to be repeated.

“Surely next year, Joe, you and your dad will remember the way back,” I added before we finished our call.

There was a slight pause on the other end.

“You do remember the right way back, don’t you?”

Still no answer.

Hmmm.  Looks like Joe’s unlucky Qing Ming Jie might very well be making a comeback.  I’ll let you know next year.

From Chengdu, here’s wishing you Ping An Peace)  for your week.

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Kitty in Need: My First 2014 Act of Mercy

My walks to and from class take me about 20 minutes once I leave my apartment complex.

My 20-minute walk through the campus provides some lovely spring scenery.

My 20-minute walk through the campus provides some lovely spring scenery.

Last year, I quickly found the best pathways to take across the university campus that would save me a minute or two. These had me weaving my way into the dilapidated parts of the school, where crumbling 1950s staff living quarters, open trash heaps and sewage smells filled the air.

Sadly to say, families and students still live in those parts of the campus, which would certainly be condemned in the US.

It was in October on these treks that I began seeing a boney, ratty-furred black cat, sitting near one of the classroom buildings on a manhole cover to keep warm. It became my habit after that to fix food for him and leave it there. He was quite friendly, actually, and had a lovely purr, unusual for wild, outdoor kitties in China.

When winter came, it was cold outside. I noticed some very kind person had cleverly fixed up within a bush a little cushion and shelter area for Ratty Thing, as I called him, for protection from the chilly wind and rain we were having.

Ratty Thing's little shelter, with my Chinese note to those who cared that he's receiving treatment at the veterinarian hospital.

Ratty Thing’s little shelter, with my Chinese note to those who cared that he’s receiving treatment at the veterinarian hospital.

 

Temperatures dipped into the 30s at night and early morning. I noticed Ratty Thing was often shivering when I’d drop off his food but still grateful for a little attention.

Illness Troubles for RT

Being an outdoor cat, without vaccinations or proper nutrition, took its toll on Ratty Thing.

Ratty Thing: cold, hurting and in need of help.

Ratty Thing: cold, hurting and in need of help.

After being missing for a week, he returned with a huge bite on his side, which was already starting to heal.

His mouth was also showing signs of distress.

At first, it wasn’t very noticeable and he’d gobble down his food with ease. But later, foul-smelling, brown drool began dripping from his mouth. His gums were bleeding and so painful he could only stare at his food and make pitiful noises of wanting to eat but not able to do so.

My hesitation to take on such an animal responsibility finally broke down. After watching his decline day after day, I bundled a rather resistant, meowing kitty into my previous dog’s carrier and we went to the vet.

Chengdu Harmonious Animal Hospital to the Rescue

The clinic I took him to is only a 10 minutes walk from where I live. My former dog, Little Flower, had been a patient there in the past. This year in Chengdu, I would stop in from time to time just to say “hi.”

Dr. Zhang is the director and Dr. Mao his partner with a rotating staff of about 12 young people, some with training and others not, but all committed to making little pathetic animals well.

The two vets also have a relationship with a veterinarian school in Canada, I believe. Some of the overseas’ vets in training came for a week to help out and learn new skills plus have supervisors teach updated techniques to the clinic employees.

This kind of cooperation, plus their reputation as being excellent pet caregivers, bring not only Chinese as clients but foreigners as well.

Their facility has better equipment than even my smalltown US vet. Stepping into their operating room, examining areas or even where in-patient animals are caged is like being surrounded by the best of the best on TV’s Animal Planet. They even have incubators for the little puppies who come in, needing immediate attention.

Prognosis of Ratty Thing

Dr. Zhang was on duty when I entered the clinic, my face registering exasperation.

“It’s not my cat,” I told him in Chinese. “And maybe it has to be euthanized. I don’t know if it has diseases. I just don’t want him to suffer anymore. You decide.”

I was surprised that Ratty Thing actually allowed the doctor to look into his mouth as you could tell he hurt. He gave a huge yowl at one point, with a small lunge to bite but didn’t.

After the initial exam, Dr. Zhang said it was a common illness in outside cats, periodontal disease. All that bacteria entering the mouth from eating rodents, plus bites during animal attacks, lead to such health problems.
After testing for all the dangerous feline diseases, which amazingly Ratty Thing didn’t have, he said it would take about a month of treatment (IVs, antibiotic shots, vitamin enhancers and pills) for his recovery. Even after that, he might have to have a few teeth extracted if the gums weren’t improving.

All that costs money, of course, which I was actually a little short of. My funds are all in America at present, with no means of taking out more until the summer when I return.

We agreed on an amount I could pay and the rest would be on a charity basis.

Ratty Thing Gets Top Notch Accommodations

Ratty Thing in his king-like accommodations.  Not feeling too well but at least getting the meds he needs. (Notice his kitty toy, presented by the staff.)

Ratty Thing in his king-like accommodations. Not feeling too well but at least getting the meds he needs. (Notice his kitty toy, presented by the staff.)

After all those freezing nights outside, Ratty Thing was about to discover what the phrase “Living the life of a king” means. He had a clean cushion I provided to sleep on, a warm, comfortable housing unit, tasty food prepared every day (Whiskas store-bought pouches. Yum!) and he had constant attention and cleaning of his cage, including his litter box.

Every day, I stopped by for about 30 minutes in the afternoon to brush him and give him a few pets. The staff even presented him with a silly stuffed animal toy they bought from the clinic’s attached pet supply center. He wasn’t keen on playing with it, of course, but it did brighten his cage for us human visitors.

Getting To Know the Staff

At first, no one would talk to me much due to shyness but after a week, the staff began opening up, trying to use what little English they remembered from their high school days.

I in turn began learning certain illness vocabulary in Chinese which I didn’t know. This came about from me asking what all the other in-patients’ problems were that surrounded Ratty Thing. I learned all sorts of useful phrases, from broken bones and spaying/neutering to cancer and infectious diseases.

Euthanizing was one that always stuck with me. The phrase in Chinese is 安乐死 (an le si), which literally translated means “safe/peaceful, happy death.”

What a lovely way to say “put to sleep.”

Fortunately for Ratty Thing, 安乐死 was not to be his fate.

Time for Discharge

Yesterday, 15 days later, Ratty Thing was ready to be released.

No more meds or IV drips needed. All his teeth could remain intact. His gums were a lovely pink and his appetite had been exorbitant!

Yes, it was time to leave.

In appreciation for all their help and care, I put together a candy basket for everyone to share. When I arrived yesterday around 1:30, Dr. Zhang and Mao were out to lunch but the rest of the help were there.

Their faces lit up when they saw all the candy varieties I’d thrown into the pile. Everyone began exclaiming “Xie-xie! Xie-xie! (Thank you! Thank you!)” while digging away to find which ones they’d try first.

Of course, pictures were in order to commemorate our success, not to mention a new name for our kitty.

Harmonious Animal Hospital staff, those who were present, enjoy their "thank you" goodies.

Harmonious Animal Hospital staff, those who were present, enjoy their “thank you” goodies.

A New Name for Ratty Thing: Wesley

While still ratty in his appearance, there is a vast difference between our Tom cat’s look of 3 weeks ago and his look today. A bit cleaner than before, plus all those matted, gnarly, encrusted tufts of hair are gone. I’ve been cutting them off with scissors during my many clinic visits in hopes of making him look a bit more presentable to the outside world.

 After all this, a new name was in order.

Being a United Methodist (my Christian denomination), and having paid his vet fees using some Christmas gift money sent from a few faithful United Methodists in America, I decided to call him Wesley.

John Wesley (an Anglican priest in Britain, 1703-1791) is the co-founder of Methodism, a breaking away from the Church of England as a separate denomination. He was a great Christian scholar and organizer who was well-known for his relentless work ethic.

For Wesley, works of mercy (helping others in need) was a necessity to being a good Christian. His most famous quotes include this one:

“Do all the good you can, By all the means you can,
In all the ways you can, In all the places you can,
At all the times you can, To all the people you can,
As long as ever you can.”

Appropriate Name? Absolutely!

While our Wesley kitty doesn’t exactly fall into the category of John’s above “people” reference, his plight has definitely brought out the best in us humans.

There are those who carefully constructed his winter outside haven, myself who fed and carried him to the clinic, my US friends who paid for part of his treatment, Dr. Zhang and Mao who graciously covered extra medical costs and the clinic staff who so diligently and unselfishly took care of him all these weeks.

In my estimation, in the light of all our acts of mercy toward our feline in need, the name Wesley fits him perfectly.

There is still a lot of work to be done yet, including finding him a home or at least a proper place to be fostered this summer. Let’s hope his good luck holds and John Wesley’s words continue to work their special magic on his life.

Wesley today, looking for a home.

Wesley today, looking for a home.

From Chengdu, China, Wesley and I wish you Ping An (peace) for your day.

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Mrs. Obama: Here Today, Gone Tomorrow

Mrs. Obama spent today in Chengdu with a gathering at the elite No. 7 High School, just up the road from me. I heard the school has a distance-learning program bringing quality education to rural, impoverished areas via the Internet. Countryside students can log on and enjoy classes taught by qualified professionals.  Their treat today was listening to Mrs. Obama’s 15-minute talk to an assembly of the school’s students.   She also enjoyed a tai chi demonstration by the youth, later joining in to learn a few of these slow-moving exercise techniques still popular in the China of today.

Last week, when I stopped in at our US Consulate, I heard the Obama women would actually be in the building for a reception. I wasn’t privy to that information. And, sad to say, I wasn’t invited, either, although I tried.

Our Chengdu US Consulate, where Mrs. Obama's reception took place.

Our Chengdu US Consulate, where Mrs. Obama’s reception took place.

What I did accomplish was to have a letter and a copy of my children’s book about our family’s Chengdu rescue Chihuahua, Xiao Lao-lao (Little Old), delivered to her personally.

Book and Letter, delivered to Mrs. Obama via the Consulate before her departure.

Book and Letter, delivered to Mrs. Obama via the Consulate before her departure.

I dropped off both last Friday and was emailed yesterday that it was passed on to Mrs. Obama’s gifts officer, the person in charge of collecting all her presents during the trip, making note of who gave what and getting addresses so thank you letters could be sent.

My mailing information was likewise taken so at some point, I’m hoping to receive a White House “thank you” from our first lady. It will be going to my parents’ home in Illinois, however.

No way was I giving my Luzhou school address as a means of contact. I remember one letter sent to me from the States was thrown into an office drawer and I didn’t see it until 2 years later!

I guess I should be grateful I even got it at all.

I certainly don’t want the same thing happening to a Mrs. Obama correspondence. Hard enough to wait 2 weeks much less 2 years when a note is sent from such a prestigious and respected individual.

Forget that program.

I want my letter now!

Tomorrow, the Obama ladies are off to the panda breeding center, 30 minutes outside of the city, and then a Tibetan restaurant for lunch before heading back to the States. I’m sure I’ll hear all about their Consulate stop-in next week when I plan to sit down with Natalie, assistant public affairs officer, to discuss my upcoming lecture.

Until next entry, here’s wishing you Ping An (Peace) for the day!

 

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The Candy Queen’s New Year’s Give-away: Part 2

The Candy Queen!  Getting ready for my yearly New Year's give-away of treats.

The Candy Queen! Getting ready for my yearly New Year’s give-away of treats.

For me, my Year of the Horse gift-giving began at 6:30 a.m. for my morning swim at the pool. 

After grabbing the first big bag of candy, I hustled out the door to hail a taxi across town to the Meng Zhui Wan natatorium.

My taxi driver was quiet and rather gruff.  I soon found out he’d been driving all night, not able to enjoy the holiday eve festivities with his family.

“How’s business?” I asked.

“So-so,” was his bland reply. 

It’s always quiet on NY’s Eve.  Plus that morning, I figured everyone was sleeping in after watching the Chinese countdown-to-midnight galas on national TV stations.

When it came time for me to jump out of the taxi, my hand went into my bag and I pulled out a fistful of candy which I placed on the front seat next to him.

“Xin nian kuai le! Happy New Year!” I gleefully said in both Chinese and English.

My driver’s tired face lit up with a huge smile.

“Xie-xie, xie-xie!” he said, then added a hesitant English “Thank you!” for good measure.

I waved goodbye and off he sped, already a candy in his mouth.

New Year’s Greeting Number 1 a success!

The Meng Zhui Wan park entrance, decked for the New Year.

The Meng Zhui Wan park entrance, decked for the New Year.

 It was time to move on to my next recipients, the gate attendants at the park entrance.  These two elderly men have all-night vigils, sitting in a small cubicle next to a bicycle parking area to make sure no unsavory individuals enter the area. They take turns standing at the entrance, as is their duty.

I entered with a slight, impish jog to the desk they often sit at.  The two curiously looked on until I showered the desktop with goodies.

“Xin nian kuai le! Happy New Year!”

The two beamed, and I, too, as their “xie-xie!”s followed me on my way down the walkway toward the pool.

Same went for our park cleaners, out sweeping the sidewalks and emptying trash cans into their bicycle propelled carts. Their hands were full and rather dirty so I was quick to stuff their pockets full of sweets.

“Xin nian kuai le! Happy New Year!” came out my well-practiced phrase.

I had to chase down a few of them as they were spread out a bit, causing their nearby colleagues to laugh at my playful antics.

Everyone was giggling , very pleased to be remembered for their Spring Festival and adamant that I shouldn’t be filling their pockets with any more candy, which I did anyway.

“You have children?  Grand-children?” I said in Chinese. “You can treat them!”

Next stops were the entrances to our two swimming pools, one facility outdoor (the frigid unheated water for our hardy winter swimmers) and the other indoor (the comfortable heated pool, which is my preference).  The staff always greet us, helping with our card swipes across the machine and later handing out our locker keys.

You can imagine how their sleepy demeaners quickly changed once the candy came out of my bag as I approached them.

“Happy New Year!” I repeated again, adding an extra handful.

“Too much!  Too much!” the women laughed but I noticed their fingers were already picking away to see which prettily wrapped candies they’d try first.

It was obvious both groups of employees from the outdoor and indoor pools were very excited o be remembered on New Year’s Day.

The indoor pool desk attendants:  "Happy New Year!"

The indoor pool desk attendants: “Happy New Year!”

No One To Be Left Out

The Meng Zhui Wan 50-meter pool, the lifeguards soon to receive their New Year's goodies.

The Meng Zhui Wan 50-meter pool, the lifeguards soon to receive their New Year’s goodies.

Nor was I about to let the lifeguards go away empty-handed.

After my 2-hour work-out, I eagerly sped back to my locker to bring out the rest of my stash to bestow upon our deck hands.  We have 7 lifeguards on duty at one time, from ages 20 – 45, all male.  I quickly made my way around the 50 meter pool to each one, positioned at his station.

Food is not allowed within the pool area but this was a special occasion.  Every guard gratefully accepted my presents, with a “Xin nian kuai le!” from me and an English “Happy New Year!” from them.

I even had enough left for those in the women’s locker room.  Anyone who keeps to a rigid exercise schedule by swimming on such a prestigious holiday deserves a little extra reward.  What better reward than candy?

Good Luck for All; Bad Luck for One

According to my Chinese friend, the first day of Chinese New Year is to be full of good thoughts and a new, positive attitude toward life. All those negative feelings and unfortunate happenings of the past are to be swept away.  No one is to be angry or upset on that first day or it will follow the person throughout the next 12 months.

Being able to add to everyone’s happiness with my candy give-away was just one way to make sure everyone’s Day 1 good mood stayed intact to carry them through for the rest of the year.

Unfortunately for one, that good luck fell flat.

We had a rather harrowing incident at the pool after one male swimmer 3 lanes over from mine became irate when someone accidentally ran into him.  We had quite a crowd at the pool that New Year’s morning, some being the veterans who came every day and a few others who were fairly new to the pool scene. 

Whether our guy was a newcomer or a regular, I have no idea but his shouting and snarling words toward several in his lane took on a very nasty turn. When he started in with the slapping, gesticulating wildly and water splashing at his bewildered lane mates, the lifeguards stepped in.

It took a good 20 minutes to calm down this character who, obviously, should have stayed home that morning.  Probably a bit too much celebrating (i.e., drinking) to welcome in the Year of the Horse made him a bit overly touchy.

I’d have given him some candy to make him feel better but my goodies were in my locker and I had yet another hour before I finished.  Besides, the damage was already done. Whatever good luck he came to the pool with I figured was long gone by now.

Here was definitely one in our midst doomed to live out a year of troubles and unhappiness.

The Horse, Now Settled Into 2014

Almost 2 months have passed since my candy hand-outs ushered in the Year of the Horse.  Our chilly weather and dreary, overcast days are now beginning to brighten with sunshine and flowering oriental trees. People are already trading in their winter garb for spring attire.  Layering is still a must but I’ve noticed everyone’s layers are peeling away, bit by bit.

My candy baskets are back to their usual cheap varieties.  No sense in splurging just for me. I’ll save that for next Chinese New Year, something I’m already eagerly anticipating.

From China, here’s wishing you Ping An (Peace) for your day.

 

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The Candy Queen Gallops into the Year of the Horse: Part 1

This was written awhile back but I was unable to post it.  Seemed such a waste not to so here it is now.

After a week of crowded bus and train stations, traffic jams on the main city roads, mobs at the airports, packed grocery stores filled with New Year’s specials, everything finally quieted down on January 30th for New Year’s Eve.  Most travelers were where they wanted to be, home with family members they hadn’t seen all year, with everyone busy preparing the big meal soon to follow in the evening.

       All our family run mom-and-pop stores along our alleyway closed their doors, locks on tight and holiday hour notices posted. 

The stores along our alleyway sidestreet were closed up tight during the first few days of Spring Festival.

The stores along our alleyway sidestreet were closed up tight during the first few days of Spring Festival.

Chain convenience stores, malls, and big groceries, like the Trustmart/Walmart just a block away, emptied out of shoppers and changed their hours to allow employees time with their families.  Only McDonalds was going strong with it’s “24-hour open” sign still lit and ready for non-stop, hungry patrons.

My favorite daily hang-out, the swimming pool, was about the one place that seemed to increase in business during Spring Festival.  A few times, evening hours  were canceled and morning hours shortened so many of us had to cram in our lap times as best we could.  For a majority of us, it was all a matter of getting in that daily bit of exercise to ward off the high calorie intake of the holidays.

The Candy Queen In Her Element

It has been 7 years since I was last in China during the Chinese New Year , or Spring Festival as it is known here. As a foreigner, with no family members to share my happiness with, it’s always my custom to do something special for others on New Year’s Day, which alighted this year on January 31, Friday, with 2014 being the Year of the Horse.

That something special centers around my one weakness:  candy.

It is well-known among my students that rewards in my class come in the form of wrapped candy.  Visiting my home for chit-chat times likewise brings out my baskets filled with sweets which I continually pick up at the grocery. 

 I am, indeed, the Candy Queen.

And when it comes to Chinese New Year, the Candy Queen is in her greatest element.

Spring Festival is the time when hundreds of candies fill the bins in groceries, along streets and in shopping malls across the country. 

The greatest Spring Festival treat of all:  Candy, and lots of it!

The greatest Spring Festival treat of all: Candy, and lots of it!

Assortments never seen all year and newly created varieties find themselves piled high in the sugary sections of every major consumer venue in the city.  We have the hard, crunchy kinds, such as brown sugar sour plum, butterscotch, coffee, and red bean, and the tangy, soft, gummy types, such as melon, pineapple, plum, coconut, apple and peach.  Wrappers dazzle in glistening, shiny colors jumbled together in heaps.  It’s hard not to stealthily sneak one or two into your pockets as you cruise the aisles.  (I don’t call that stealing, rather merely sampling.)

Handing Out to All:  Preparing for the Big Give-away

The day before Chinese New Year Day, I found myself filling bags of selected candy from the many bins at my favorite store, the Trustmart (a branch store of Walmart here in China).  My sole purpose in collecting as much candy as possible was to pass the assortments out on Chinese NY Day to anyone I encountered during my daily outings.  Taxi drivers, gate keepers, roadside cleaners, beggars, security guards, pool staff, store keepers, kids out playing—This was my way to give back a little happiness that so many have always bestowed on me, a guest in their country.  

In the Trustmart, my once-a-year splurge had my eyes glued to the pretty foil wrappers rather than the cost per pound of all these delicacies.  Chocolates, gummies, candied fruits – whether $2 a pound or $5, I didn’t care. Into my containers they went.

When it comes to holidays, I pay no attention to prices but more on the joy my purchases will bring to others.

In my small one-room rental, I dumped my piles onto the bed, then began filling my candy bags the night before in anticipation of showering the Chinese with sugary treats.  Sampling was a must, especially to discover which candies would be acceptable for adults and which for children.  Adults tend to like the softer, healthier kinds (candied fruit and gummies) while children go for the chocolates and crunchies.

Now that all was prepared, it was just waiting for my 6:30 a.m. alarm to go off so my Spring Festival could begin.

(To Be Continued)

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Finally, News from Chengdu: Mrs. Obama is Coming!

After 2 months of struggling with posting updates from Chengdu on my site, I have finally managed an entry today!

Let’s hope it continues.

After a restful Chinese New Year, full of stories which I hope to report on later, university classes started up just last week. I registered for only 2 months of Chinese at Sichuan University before returning to the States from May to August where many of you will be seeing me as a presenter in your hometown areas. I’ll be speaking about the Amity Foundation and my work as a language teacher in China, as well as the Luzhou Protestant Church and all the activities taking place there.

But the really exciting news I have to report is happening not more than 3 blocks away from me, at our US Consulate here in Chengdu.

Mrs. Obama, her mother and daughters will be alighting in Chengdu during their March 19 – 26 tour of China!  The newspapers here are already abuzz with her upcoming visit and the U.S. Consulate staff is basically swamped with preparations for her arrival.

How do I know this?  Well, I’ll tell you how.

Our U.S. Consulate:  Bringing Local Chinese Closer to America

For those of you who don’t know about our U.S. Consulate in Chengdu, a nice intro is to check out the website: Chengdu.usembassy-china.org.cn.  This will give you all the updates of what the Consulate has to offer as well as articles about visiting Americans leading workshops or talks in the area.

What has always impressed me about our Consulate is its openness to the Chinese public.  There is a wonderful Information Resources Center (IRC) that is open Monday to Friday, 9 a.m. to 12 and 1 p.m. – 5 p.m.  The website describes the IRC as “a reference facility providing up-to-date information to Chinese audiences and U.S. Mission staff on U.S. policy, legislation and social issues.”  Anyone is welcome of any nationality but IDs are necessary.  As a US citizen, I show my passport at our security entrance but the Chinese have their nationalized ID cards which they are required to bring.

Aside from the IRC, there are weekly lectures on Wednesday, 2:30 – 4 p.m., given by various US citizens in the city who would like to share something of America or pertinent US issues with the Chinese audience members. Those attending are of all ages and walks of life and have fairly good English listening skills to understand the talks.  The presentations are on a wide range of topics, whichever the speaker is best versed in or familiar with. 

Seven years ago, when I was living in Chengdu, I gave 4 of these: Winter Holiday Celebrations (Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa), Pet Care in China, International Women’s Day and Halloween.  In fact, my Halloween presentation, which had us carving pumpkins and dressing in costumes, is still talked about today as being one of the best lectures at the Consulate.

Yes, I’m famous!

Last semester, I was too busy with school to volunteer my services but with just 2 months to go before leaving here, I felt I could handle it.  Last week, I contacted my old friend in the Consulate office, Li Tao, to tell her I’d be available for a Wednesday afternoon. Assistant Public Affairs Officer Natalie Wilkins was quick to get in touch with me for possible topics.  After scanning my offered list, she chose “Welcome to Marshall! Smalltown American Life.”  I will be touring our Chinese audience members via powerpoint through my Illinois hometown, followed by a fun quiz where English language pencils and stickers will be awarded as prizes and questions answered.

This will take place on April 9, plenty of time for me to put things together and get ready to wow the Chinese with my beloved American agricultural community.

“Could I Meet Mrs. Obama?!”

Of course, with my emails back and forth to Natalie, I had to ask about Mrs. Obama and if there was any possible way I could meet/shake hands with/be in the same room as our First Lady. She will be addressing a group of high school kids at some point in her time in Chengdu.  And surely she and her family would have a reception of sorts somewhere, maybe even the Consulate.  Any ability to join in any of these would be amazing!

 Natalie said they were all very busy at the moment preparing for her landing and my request would be passed on.

Will anything come of it?  Who knows, but I’ll certainly be letting you know if it does!

From Chengdu, here’s wishing you Ping An (Peace) for your day and hopes of more stories yet to come.

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Part 2: A Foreigner’s Glimpse at Troubled Southern China

 In yet another eye-opener, my Chinese organization (The Amity Foundation, 爱德基金会) had its foreign language teachers’ winter conference in Nanning, the capital city of Guangxi .  All the foreign teachers in our program, about 17 at that time, and their sending agency representatives from numerous countries came to attend a 1-week meeting.  We teachers shared classroom lessons, discussed our experiences and  also learned about the many Amity Foundation projects in southern China.   This meeting included  lectures and informative gatherings by locals running such Amity co-sponsored programs and then, later, visits to the project sites themselves. 

In Guangxi Province, Amity projects centered on many things.  One of their key programs was micro-loans to individuals.  A sum of 300 to 1,000 yuan ($50 – 166) was loaned to those who submitted their plans to the organization.  The money was used to  help them start up small businesses in their villages (convenience stores, bakeries, supply shops) or raise farm animals (goats, sheep, pigs, cows) to make a living.   Loans were then returned after a successful profit had been reached by those borrowing.  

These micro-loan ventures were set up by Amity throughout China but in Guangxi, some receiving this aid were AIDS’ victims.  We weren’t told how they contracted AIDS but most likely it was from sharing needles as addicts, unsanitary blood donations to disreputable groups paying money for contributions or unprotected sex with an AIDS victim.   These are all great problems in Southern China, more so than any other part of the country.

Learning First-hand of AIDS’ Prejudicism

Our project visit was to actually go to a small village where one such AIDS victim had received a micro-loan to raise goats.  We would be able to talk to him and see how the loan had completely changed his life, making him a productive citizen and able to support his family.

As it turned out, we were only able to see his animals, his small bedroom-sized home and talk to his older sister.  He was too shy and nervous to be surrounded by so many foreigners so he sent his sister instead. 

Her story was one that stunned us.

After her brother was diagnosed, his family and village  ostracized him.  AIDS awareness is still very limited in many rural parts of China.  He was shoved into a make-shift tent in the yard, away from everyone, and not allowed to enter anyone’s home or be in contact with others.  He could only eat using his own utensils and was brought food on plates that no one else would use.  She told us how the food was left outside of her brother’s tent entrance and not even handed to him, so fearful were others that they would get AIDS.  Her brother was slipping deeper and deeper into a depressive state, feeling alone and hopeless.  She worried for his safety, not only from the  villagers, who wished him to leave, but from himself as well.

 The sister was very distraught about the entire situation so when she heard there was an AIDS awareness meeting taking place in the town Chongzuo, she went.  This meeting was sponsored by the Amity Foundation, who had trained residents through informative educational sessions about AIDS.  These trusted locals then held weekly meetings in their own areas to help others understand what AIDS is and how to support loved ones or even themselves if exposed.

During the sessions that she attended, the sister learned that you can’t get AIDS from eating off of another person’s plate or using their utensils, living close to someone or hugging the person.   She discovered the fears they all had had about her brother were unfounded. 

With the help of the meeting leaders, she was able to assist her brother in applying for an Amity micro -loan so he could begin living raising livestock. 

The success of his first micro-loan allowed him to ask for another so he could build shelters for his goats and eventually a one-room brick home for himself.  While his family still hesitated to have him live with them, at his sister’s urging, they allowed him to become a more present member of the family, such as eating meals with them.  She also invited other villagers to attend the AIDS meetings with her, hoping to ease their fears about her brother being in their midst.

While this visit took place 3 years ago, today’s attitudes toward AIDS are still very much grounded in misconceptions and misinformation , much like what we heard from  the sister about her brother.  China has a  long way to go, which makes the Amity Foundation projects such as the one we saw so very important.

A Drug Users’ Support Group

Yet another Amity-sponsored project  we visited was a drug users’ support group, held on the second floor of a small hotel in Chongzuo. 

Being allowed to attend this weekly meeting for drug addicts was a very generous invitation extended to us as Amity teachers and foreign guests.  We all felt shy and uncomfortable when entering the large meeting room, where we sat behind  the 20-some Chinese drug users attending.  We were served tea as we waited for the program leader to open the meeting.  A banner above him announced this was an Amity-sponsored meeting for AIDS awareness. 

It was a slow start as he conducted the first 30 minutes with our  English language interpreter at his side.   He welcomed us, gave us a brief outline of the group present and stressed that this was not a place where blame was given but a place where addicts could talk.  The purpose was not to convince those who came to stop using drugs, mostly because they never would, but how to be safe when using them so as not to infect yourself or others with diseases such as AIDS.

Things livened up when picture cards in Chinese, produced by the US Drug Administration, were distributed. 

The colored drawings of people in various drug and sex related situations were followed by  Chinese texts explaining the facts about getting AIDS.   Every participant received a card to share with a partner.  These were passed around the room for a good 10 minutes as a review from the week before.  Then our leader quizzed everyone.

“Can you get AIDS by hugging?” he asked, to which one person raised his  illustrated card and said, “No!”  

He then read the Chinese text which stated that this was impossible. 

Everyone murmured in agreement.

“Can you get AIDS by sharing needles?” our leader continued.

There was a lot of group affirmation on that one, with another person raising his hand and reading from his card that, yes, needle sharing was definitely an at-risk action.

“Can you get AIDS by using a condom while having sex?”  was the next question.

“No!” was echoed throughout the room.

As the questions continued, we all began loosening up.  A number of us started enthusiastically chiming in our “yes” and “no” answers along with the Chinese.  Walls were starting to break down. 

Soon, some of the questions solicited a personal sharing session by the attendees.   One young man told how his family had kicked him out of the house and wouldn’t allow him to return until he gave up his habit.  He was sleeping outside, in the street.  Another said she had stolen money from her parents to buy drugs.  She just couldn’t stop.  Others voiced how ashamed their families were of them and how coming to the group was a place where no one hassled or criticized them.  

I had the impression that this afternoon gathering was the only thing in their entire week that added meaning to their lives.  The information they were given and retained made them feel educated, a tad superior to the ignorance around them.  It gave them a feeling of accomplishment and purpose, that they were still worthy of being here on this earth.

Like I mentioned before, this meeting was not to place blame, criticize or reform others for their life choices.  It was merely a place for those struggling with life problems to come together, share and learn how best to protect themselves and others from viruses such as AIDS.  I’m sure there are many who would disagree with this approach, wanting more life-changing, positive results to come about from such projects.  Amity does have other projects which focus more on drug recovery but this just wasn’t one of them.

Making Assumptions

Recently, a Chinese English teacher, who called himself Ben, told me of his visit to America for 3 weeks.  He accompanied his teenage students on a summer exchange  program to their sister junior high school in the U.S.

It was his first trip abroad and he thought himself very learned about my country after returning.  He was quite full of himself, wanting to show off all the knowledge he had discovered.  Much of his information was over-simplified and not at all accurate of a majority of the country.

 His most noted off-the-mark comment had to do with the drug situation.

“Why do all students use drugs in America?” he pointedly asked me, adding with a superior tone, “Our students never use drugs.  It is forbidden. It is against the law for anyone to use drugs. We don’t have this big a  problem in China.”

Oh, my dear, dear Ben!  How little do you know.

First of all, not all students in America use drugs. And, secondly, China’s drug problems are far more reaching than you think.  It’s just that no one hears or talks about it.

Introducing Amity

When I’m in these kind of situations, it’s always nice to bring up the Amity Foundation, a Chinese organization (not a foreign entity), that is dealing with such “nonexistent” problems in China. 

Ben had an Amity brochure in hand before he left me  and a website referral if he was interested in learning more about the organization.  He was a bright young man, not wanting to look too ignorant in the presence of other foreigners, so I’m hoping he took to heart my invitation for him to educate himself.

Whether he did so or not, I have no idea.  As I see it, I at least tried.  Perhaps next time, he will be a bit more cautious before spouting such opinionated statements.  

From China, here’s wishing you  Ping An (Peace) for your day .

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