Personal Narrative: A Traumatic Experience At Home

I had a traumatic experience of an eight-years old kid whining in gibberish, crying until gagging, shrieking at an ear-splitting pitch, and throwing up an obnoxious blob of mess all at the same time right before my eyes next to me in a car. Ever since then, I put some distance between little children and myself, trying to avoid any kinds of interactions with them as much as I can. Babysitting was a fearful task and when I was once asked by a teacher to babysit his three little children for a couple of hours, I felt the uneasiness building up inside of me. Nonetheless, there was a moment when I came to see children differently regardless of my own desire.
This past month in September, I was at Thai local church like every other Friday, for a community service teaching Thai children English. It was just like my any other Friday evenings at the church for a community service, starting with several worship
Even though my lack of hearing and understanding Thai, this one song that the little children were heartily singing with their little mouths and voices surrounded me like a warm breeze. The words said, “My great God is always by my side,” and I was able to know that the children were praising the Lord with sincere hearts and artless souls and that God loved them as His very own children. This brought tears to my eyes and my heart was magnetized toward them because if the almighty God loves them how could I not love them? That moment, the distance that I put between the little children and myself vanished and I was overwhelmed with an earnest love toward them. I knew that it was the love of God pouring down on them through me. As I was teaching, their sweet smiles and their eagerness to learn enraptured my