It was some months ago that I chance upon this young man doing some rehabilitation work on a government owned dwelling house. He was simply a different breed of a young man worthy of due admiration, respect and emulation . For many, just a slight flu would render them "bedridden" for at least a couple of days. But not this young man, for he is a man of steel and dignity. Not even a broken limb (hand) heavily cast in the plaster of Paris would deter him from earning a decent living.
His face doesn't show the slightest inkling for the need of any sympathy when I got quite close to take a few shots of him in action. Out of my sheer admiration for this young man's steely guts, I was so dumbfounded that I could not even remember to ask for his name or where he came from. All I managed to utter was telling him that I have taken his pictures from afar and again asking him for a permission to take a few more pictures this time from quite reasonably close. He humbly agreed by responding with a polite smile and a single convincing nod. Deep in my heart I hope and pray that this young stranger will someday be a successful man in his endeavors.
From a distance of about fifty meters. He hasn't realized that I am taking his pictures.
Still not aware of me taking his pictures. He keeps on drilling even if the pain is very chilling.
Look at that! Handling a heavy duty hand drill single handedly.
A real man that he is. A plastered hand on his right thigh and his left hand on the drill.
This is from quite a close distance after I told him that I am taking his pictures.
"My hand may be broken, but not my will and courage", is what I bet he is thinking.
Not many young men have the guts to emulate him. May God bless this young Dayak.