Our daughter based in London now, worked in Singapore more than two years during which time we would visit the country somtimes 3 times a year. Recently, my husband and I met up with her in Singapore.

I was particularly horrified when our taxi stopped on a street meters away from the hotel. To make matters worse it was showering. men at work were all over the place. Our daughter booked the hotel from London not knowing that the construction for the MRT isolated the hotel from the rest of civilized Singapore!

I knew the hotel didn’t offer breakfast. I recalled from our previous visits that Kopitiam was nearby. So I didn’t mind. But the no breakfast arrangement should have been an omen – reminiscent of our miserable Hongkong hotel years back.

To save what our daughter paid for, we endured two days in the inelegant hotel. On the 3rd day realizing our daughter would fly back to London in the evening and leave us behind, I adamantly insisted we forfeit one day and book ourselves at our favorite hotel.

I am still processing my world view. At 71 I still try to keep up with what is happening in the world. I maintain a website where I rite essays on family, social conditioning, and health. I have long conceded that I have much more to learn from our daughter than she can learn from me. Definitely, I can’t pass on to her generational secrets about cooking and household tips because I haven’t been good at housekeeping.

How could our daughter based in London who has travelled practically all over the world except the Holy Land ( this is my edge over my husband and daughter) be fooled by an Internet write-up about a hotel in Singapore? False claims and malicious omissions.

In spite of my many criticisms about religion, I still believe God can bring about good from  dismal situation. My husband gathered our family in prayer and asked that we search our hearts for deeper issues that may have attracted the hotel disaster.

I admitted my deep issue of unworthiness of God’s bounty. This is significant for me because for a number of years I have been professing abundance and prosperity.

As I type this essay,I thank God for healing me of my muscular pains especially on my right arm and shoulder. A Shaman’s belief about muscular pains and anger may explain the above phenomenon.