Ian On The Red Dot

It would seem that coverage for the Paralympics is rather subdued as opposed to that of the Olympics. I only started paying attention to it because of the coverage on the medals won by Singapore. Gosh, I honestly hope we don’t start importing players to win more medals at the Paralympics.

After the Paralympics got my attention, I became fascinated with it. You can check out videos of the events here and do take some time to look at the awesome photos here.

It is amazing what these individuals with disabilities are doing. If the Olympics was about pushing the limits of the physical abilities of humans, the Paralympics is a testament to the enduring never-say-die fighting spirit of humans and our capacity to hope for, believe in and realize a better life.

Check out the sport Goalball:

Participants compete in teams of three, and try to throw a ball that has bells embedded in it, into the opponents’ goal. They must use the sound of the bell to judge the position and movement of the ball. Games consist of two 10 minute halves. Blindfolds allow partially sighted players to compete on an equal footing with blind players.

Fucking A.

Update: Instead of spending money to win gold at the Olympics through the import of players, we should probably divert more resources for our disabled Singaporeans. The aim is not for them to win gold. No. The aim is so that they can achieve a better quality of life through sports.

I felt cheated when the NKF scandal broke. I felt cheated when I saw the lady who just begged for some money take a cab with her stylishly dressed daughter while carrying shopping bags. I felt cheated when people told me horror stories about the skinny Indian lady who begs at Orchard road.

I think I’m cursed. Or maybe people see something in me that screams ‘can be conned’.

Who knows? But let’s just share some incidents that have happened to me.

1. When I was working in Tampines, there was this guy who would go around Century Square and Tampines Mall asking for money to eat. He is a well-dressed middle-aged gentleman. When he approached me as I was leaving the Tampines Mall Food Junction, he told me he was waiting for a Christian friend who hasn’t showed and he was hungry and didn’t have any money to eat. He asked if I could give him some money.

At first I refused. But as I was going down the escalators, a thought came to mind ( I’ll share what the thought was later ) and I went back up to the food court to give the gentleman some money.

2. When I was crossing the road from Wheelock Place to Shaw Center, a young lady approached me. She was dressed rather shabbily, wearing slippers and her teeth was in terrible shape.

This was the point when I started thinking maybe there was something about me that attracted such people (the Chinese gentleman above wasn’t the first).

A curse?

You see, out of the mass of people that crossed the road, she zeroed in on me. I wasn’t even walking at the front of the pack.

Anyway, she told me a sob story about how her mom was in hospital and she needed money to eat. I told her I didn’t have any money, which was true because I hadn’t withdraw any money and my wallet was empty, and walked away.

I then stopped, turned around and told her if she was willing to wait, I could give her 10 dollars. I walked to the ATM and withdrew the money for her.

3. When I was at AMK central having dinner with my gf, we saw this elderly Chinese gentleman going around the tables at S11 eating leftovers. He was also collecting discarded tissue paper. I approached him and gave him 10 dollars asking him to get something to eat.

My mom told me this was the wrong thing to do. She said that what I should have done was asked him if he wanted anything to eat and buy the food for him.

4. When I was walking along the pavement behind Newton MRT, a middle-aged Indian gentleman approached me. Again, I was the only one along that stretch of pavement that he approached.

He reeked of alcohol.

I gathered from him that he was poor, had nowhere to stay and was going to a petrol station for a bath ( I’m slightly hazy about this story because I couldn’t really make out what he was rambling) .

He asked me if I could give him any money for food. I said I couldn’t but I was willing to bring him to Newton Food Center to get something to eat if he wanted. He said he had to go somewhere first ( I think to bathe) before eating. I refused to budge and said I’ll bring him to eat if he wanted but wouldn’t be able to give him any money.

He refused my offer. Anyway, I would walk pass him a few more times on other nights. Each time he would be wearing the same outfit when I first saw him.

I’m not sure when the newspaper did an expose on fake beggars but when I read that, I started wondering if I was indeed helping anyone who really needed help by providing financial aid to those individuals I was approached by on the streets.

Ok. So after that article came out, as I was walking along Orchard, I saw an amputee begging for money. I wanted to give him some money when I remembered the article and decided not to. As I walked passed him, the thought that I had earlier mentioned entered my mind.

I walked back and dropped a note on his mat.

The thought I had at both occasions was this. Out of the many cases, all of them could be cheats. But so what? What if there was one among them that indeed really needed the money, then what?

But no one likes to be cheated. No one likes to be a patsy. And so we refuse everyone who knocks on our door.

Then I remembered something I learned when I was young - let the sin be on their heads, not mine.

I admit, it is a very very selfish reason.

If I have the capacity to help someone, I would. However, in this case with random strangers, when I don’t have the full picture, I do not withhold giving not so much because I want to help them but because I do not want to be faulted for not helping someone who might really need help.

This, of course, comes back and bites me. Why? Because I start thinking one shouldn’t do anything for selfish reasons and thus I become slightly more reluctant to give anything because giving should not be about myself but the other person and until I can arrest that fear of being faulted, I shouldn’t give.

Oh well…

So what does this have anything to do with the question about whether Singaporeans won the silver medal in team table-tennis at the Beijing Olympics.

You see, when I see Li Jiawei, I see a foreign talent and not a Singaporean. Sure, she is a Singapore citizen, but I doubt whether her heart has any place for Singapore. I see someone who is a mercenary. Feng Tian Wei’s case is much less redeeming.

Part of my indignation stems from the fear that they are just taking Singaporeans for a ride. They are just trying to clean us out. Sure, some may argue that we are using them too. Wrong. The powers that be are the ones who are using them. The ordinary citizens foot the bills.

But who really knows what is in their hearts?

No one. Gosh, sometimes an individual won’t even know what’s in his or her own heart.

Graciousness. A forgotten quality.

And so, as I try to reconcile within myself how to react to the silver medals that were won, I’m starting to think I should learn how to be gracious.

Sure, maybe we should question the policy that got them here, even review it, maybe change it, but since none of us really have the monopoly on the truth about the hearts of these individuals, now that they are here, we should treat them as one of us, as a Singaporean.

Let the sin be on them, not us.

Update:The last line above is causing me grief. What I should have said is this, “if there is any sin to be committed, let them be the one to commit it. We should not be the ones who be ungracious (thus committing the ’sin’) for whatever (?unreasonable) fears we have within us. If they (referring to not just our table-tennis players) do indeed turn out to be just mercenaries out to take us to the cleaners, then let them be answerable to themselves and whichever higher power there might exist. Let them be the one who commit the ’sin’ and not us if there is any ’sinning’ to be done.

If it is not clear from this post as well as something I wrote in an earlier post,

For example, I’ve already a certain perspective on the world. It could probably be right. It is most probably wrong. But I recognize that it is this perspective that makes me see Li Jiawei as a FT and not a citizen. If we could quantify and measure (good) citizenship and Singaporean-ness, Jiawei could probably smack me hands down. Who knows?

1. I’m wondering why I still don’t see Li Jiawei as a Singaporean.
2. I still have the impression she and Feng Tian Wei are here to leech off us.
3. I recognize the above impression has no real basis except from some (very likely) illogical fear(s).
4. I recognize this perspective must come from somewhere, some assumptions, some bias that I’m assuming is fundamentally flawed.
5. It probably (rather most definitely) has a lot to do with some sort of fear I cannot articulate.
6. I must address this (these) fear(s).
7. I have to learn to be gracious despite the fear(s).
8. The end result is to reconcile the conflicting thoughts I have about citizenship, being a Singaporean and individuals like Li Jiawei.

To put this into some perspective, I have acquaintances who came to Singapore in Primary School. More specifically, there is one of them who came in Primary Five. He is a successful individual to date. I see him as a Singaporean. I’m trying to understand why I look at these two individuals so differently.

I, and possibly, other Singaporeans may not be able to overcome our bias. But that shouldn’t stop us from being good gracious neighbors.

This is a great article about Michael Phelps from the New York Times which really hit home as the world watches enthralled by this god that walks swims among us.

One of the criticisms about the Singapore education system is the streaming process as well as the cookie-cutter pigeonholing process.

I wonder if someone like Michael Phelps would have succeeded in Singapore, a place where we so quickly push people who don’t do well in academics into a lower stream, implicitly stigmatizing them as failures based on only one marker.

But that’s only one part of the story. I think one of Singapore’s current failings is our lack of a way to help more of our youth maximize their potential beyond the standard academic fare.

Anyway, the article ends nicely.

More to the point, I think, is the moral of her story, which offers hope for parents of any child with a challenge like A.D.H.D.: Too many adults looked at Ms. Phelps’s boy and saw what he couldn’t do. This week, the world will be tuned to the Beijing Olympics to see what he can do.

Kottke shares an article written by Chuck Klosterman about how people want to see their sports heroes as human and that these heroes are remembered as much, if not more, for their lost of perfection as their attainment of it.

When measuring — and particularly when remembering — the greatest performances in the history of any sport, the moments that matter most are almost always tied to situations when that entity failed. Very often, those specific failures are the essential details people recall about dynastic achievement. The memory of perfection is inevitably tied to the memory of lost perfection.

But if they lose — especially if they lose late — the New England Patriots will be the most memorable collection of individuals in the history of pro football. They will prove that nothing in this world is guaranteed, that past returns do not guarantee future results, that failure is what ultimately defines us and that Gisele will probably date a bunch of other dudes in her life, because man is eternally fallible.

via:kottke

New York Times also had an article about perfection in sports before the game which the Patriots eventually lost where sportsmen shared about how perfection was an afterthought.

“I thought it was pretty good, but athletes don’t think about history when making history. They think about what they’re doing, and that’s how it gets done.”

The key for perfection is not to focus on it but to focus on excellence and prepare intensively to gain confidence and not be affected when things go wrong.

The sportsmen mentioned in both these articles seem to echo the same sentiment about perfection, one that Singaporeans who tend to be ranking-fixated should take note.

“The other teams you played scored points and your team made mistakes. Maybe a lucky bounce actually won you a game or two. No, winning doesn’t make you perfect.”