The story behind 3 front teeth

I suddenly realized there are quite a number of people who have no idea about why I named my blog "3 front teeth". Therefore, I am gonna explain the story behind it.=) (might be quite long again,haha)

Once upon a time...well, right after my O's... I noticed myself being not loving enough towards my parents. I know I should, but I just don't feel the love I have for them or don't see love through my actions to them. And so, I prayed: "Lord, I know I love my parents. But I don't feel it in my heart. Teach me, Lord, to love them more." And about 3 months passed.

13th March 2004, Sunday. I went for overseas taekwondo training with my instructors to Kuala Lumpur. Although my mum had her worries, but I ignored it as I'm overwhelmed by my own anxiety. In a sparring section, I was picked to spar with a guy as tall as me. Guess what, he is Malaysian national youth champion, and SEA games youth champion. Oh my....and I didn't even know it.

And so, he kicked me at the back of my head making my helmet spin. I stopped to adjust, thinking that he would stop too. As I adjusted, his leg rammed into my face, causing one of my lower front teeth to come out completely, and other three bent inwards horribly. Oh, and a lump of lips were dangling too.=)

I wasn't angry at all. I had the mentality that I have to endure such consequences if I want to excel in Taekwondo. I keep thinking that I am a man, I can take this pain, and after I recover, I will return to Taekwondo again.

Back in Singapore, I still stood strong and felt no sadness in myself. Until one day, pastors, uncles and aunties from QBC came to visit me...and for the first time in my life, I saw my mum broke into tears. At that moment, my strong mentality collasped and I cried too. And actually a week later, 20th march, is my father's birthday too. I felt so regretful that this had happened. Now did I realised, how self-centered I was in the past.

Through this incident, I learnt to cherish my parents and promised not to break their hears again. Thank God for leading me through 3 months of hard recovery times, and giving me the time to pick up learning guitar to serve Him more.=)

Thank God that after 3 months, the gap between my teeth closed up, leaving 3 strong lower front teeth, and a story.

Oh man, another messy post-_-"