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(CGOL) When you were one year old, I followed you and thought about you!

From your background, I fall in love with you, because we look at the same side. I look at you like a lover looks into the other’s eyes. I love you, because you love the poor so much. I wish you keep your youth forever with overflowing vitality. You know, because your vitality is God’s consolation for the poor.

Ordinary life teaches us to hold, to have something, or to be something in our human life. Personally, I choose for myself a small number. It’s nothing, I’m just a round zero. No copper in fish sauce, no copper in cooking oil, no copper in MSG, no copper in white rice. All that I have, attached to zero.

Now, I follow you to the poor people, I count, count, mentally, mentally and see the long way we go is a short rotation of the hand in the clock. But for me, the front and back clock hands are also clustered into one line. The starting line with the finish line is only one. Because I started with love, I don’t need to calculate, I don’t need a non-zero number.

I followed her and saw the noise of vehicles, of locomotives exploding, of poor people calling each other to receive gifts. They surrounded me, laughter and joy. But I, as if I was still shy, I silently glided through everything, then sank into nothingness. The water parted for me to go right in the middle of the path, then the water closed, drifting slowly. As for me, I’m quiet, I don’t give credit.

My boss loves poor people, so he takes care of him to cultivate them so that he can quickly flourish. The day I was born, my boss gave me 100 notebooks, so that I could give more hope and love to the poor. Until now, when I was just one year old, he sent me eighty more. So from now on, every month, with these 180 notebooks, I will come and add oil to the lamp of solidarity for 180 poor households who need me. [Free purchase book every month – for disadvantaged households under the program of Supermarket No Dong Ho Cai Tac]. Whether one hundred or one hundred and eighty, when multiplied, the number is still the same.

I keep insisting on referring to myself as that number, the number zero, round and beautiful. I understand you, you choose to take zero so that many people can have the number 1 of sharing, of solidarity. Understand you, love you, and hope you are always full of life, so that many people can not only share number 1, but maybe number 2, number 3 and more.