Good evening special guests, John Paul College staff, parents and most importantly, students.
I’m Adeline Yen Mah, author of “Chinese Cinderella” and “Falling Leaves”. Thank you for having me in this very special night.
Firstly I will start with something simple. Please close your eyes and open your hands. Now imagine what you would like to place in your hands. It could be anything: a school report full of A+ and certificates, a wallet, even a house; it doesn’t need to be a specific object that fits. Now open your eyes. Would anyone here like to share with us what they had? (wait for hands up from audience) Okay you. What did you want? (the audience says) How about you? (point at someone else). That’s fantastic.
For me, I would want a pile
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I had been made to feel unwanted since my birth (start to speak with a sad and sombre tone). My mother died two weeks after my birth and my family saw me as a bad luck. I was unloved, isolated and abandoned. (slowly) No one was there to pat my head when I was chosen to lead the class and given a medal for my work in kindergarten. No one was there to pick me up on my first day at primary school. No one was there to welcome me when I came back home after moving from one boarding school to another. In the first twenty years of my life, I used to struggle with three basic issues. The first was identity: “Who am I? Who will I become in the future?” The second was importance: “Do I matter? Does anyone in the world care whether I win or lose?” The third was impact: “What is my place in life? What is the purpose of my existence?” …show more content…
While reading in the library of my boarding school, I found a magazine with an announcement of an international play-writing competition. Did I tell you that I love writing as much as reading books? I was so excited. But at the same time, my self-confidence was at an extremely low point. I kept asking myself: “What if I can’t do it?” then one of my teachers, Mother Louisa, helped me to change my mind. (picture)
She told me: “Anyone who enters has a chance. However, if you don’t enter, then you certainly will have destroyed your chance before you even begin. First, you must believe that you can do anything you set your mind to.” And this was what I did: I decided to breathe in my courage, exhale my fear, and apply. Mother Louisa was usually right; and this time she was again: I won the prize. (pause)
Before that life-changing moment, I used to immerse myself in striving for academic achievement in the hope of winning favour, acceptance and belonging in my family, but also for its own rewards as I found pure pleasure and passion in writing and reading.
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