Quite recently, I was disappointed in my friend who said he was doing it for the less fortunate when he was entering into medical school. I am not sure if it was a lie to begin with, but several years later today, he seems to have forgotten his pledge. It was not only me but also others who remembered that he was going to go on missions. His mother told us. And we all believed except for me, I was a bit of a skeptic but I was hopeing that I was wrong. Dead wrong. I made my conspiracy theory that he opted for medical school to get out of working for his dad in China.

When he asked me about a good plaec to work as a doctor. I somewhat realized that either he has forgotten what he said or he never intended to use his profession to spread the Gospel or go to mission in less fortunate places. He just wanted a good life. At the back of my head, I realize that he is a pretty smooth talker, a good PR, somewhat selfish.

I hope I can wrong about him again. I am disappointed and sad because he was given so much, yet he had also forgotten or ignored. So much.

When I told him that this is a better place to serve because of China, he said that well, I can serve in church everywhere. I wasn't even talking about that, and a person of his intelligence should have understood what I was talking about, I wasn't talking about local churches, I was talking something that only people like him could do. Medical mission. He has everything, as I look at it. He has connection through his dad in China, he has financial backing, a foreign passport for protection, a citizenship of Hong Kong for easy and cheap entry, supportive friends and church community and spiritually strong and protective family from both sides. Yet he is opting to be secondary citizen in a foreign country with an easy life (well, not that easy).

Sometimes, I think back. What with this dog fight we have on here. There are so much people with more power and resouces who aer sitting back, doing their own things, while some of us, the less comfortable ones are beating the streets, throwing and giving up so much for a battle that is not ours alone.

I think that's what comfort do to you. It makes you forget about things.

Guess I am more angry at him for not showing any rememberance