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Although there are some days when I feel like pulling my hair, or finding myself sounding super-duper firm that I scare myself and having a headache thereafter, and having to adjust back to being compassionate through advising and counselling, I feel so thankful to be able to meet different people from all sorts of backgrounds.

They can add on to my pile of work, just by conveniently deciding to break the law again, or run away from Singapore. I have people who would make me laugh, just because the things they say are so innocently funny and how they make me smile, when they share with me what they had done with their families over the weekends, or what they have learnt from the programmes and courses. Or when I have to give a warning when the most ridiculous excuse thrown at me for not turning up for reporting was "I don't want you to work late ah Ma'am, I feel bad." and anyhow decided on my behalf. I enjoy learning from the streetwise people, and especially from my boys who would share with me about how they can spend hours playing their online games (somehow, most of them play 'blackshot') and remote control racing games at a reservoir, and those who teach me a thing or two about computers, laptops and well, machines that I know nuts about. And how I am quietly giggly when my girls share with me their boy stories or how they complained about them, and  how I have to help them deal with their emotional problems. I like the sleuthing work just to show that they cannot anyhow play punk with me, by lying to me or withholding some important information. I like how I have somehow learnt to master the poker face, because any information that is shared, is a big-deal to them, like how adventures mean hunting for ghosts at old hospitals with their friends. I like how close I am to the ground, to remind me each time on how real the problems are; the difficulty of finding/keeping a job, the difficulty of resisting some peers, and the financial problems. I like how it can be very challenging, when I get cases who would tear every now and then during reportings, or when they are upset over what others would see as seemingly trivial things, and how I need to help them build their self-esteem and resiliency. And the best part is, to feel the rapport slowly being built with the cases with time.

Thus far, it has been a very humbling experience.

And you truly realize that everyone indeed, has a story.



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