Addendum to “Twilight Days.”
God came to me in a bad experience. I didn’t even know there was a God. All I remembered was that there these women dressed in black with a white hat or something like that. I didn’t know what I did. I probably didn’t to be there. My mom may have left me there for a short time. She may have tried to enroll me in a school. All guesses.
But I do remember crying and resisting. For what I don’t know. And I do remember that me put me in a dark place. And I was still crying. I was let out eventually. I don’t know how long I was in that dark place. Could have been very short, but to my young mind it seemed a very long time.
I don’t think I knew it then. But I guess I was at some sort of Catholic place. So God was still with me. My first unpleasant meeting with his followers. God is still good. But sometimes his followers does not give very good impressions of God. For all I know I may have deserved what happened to me.
But I just wanted to re-emphasize that even back in Hong Kong when I was young, there is God.