Guess what...

I'M HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!

I am home! Like... actually home! I'm back in Hong Kong!

I don't know how much I'm gonna write during my time here, but I might post something about Australia since I'm going there in the not so distant future. I may also blog about my fishing endeavors(if there are any, don't know about my dad's schedule).

I'm here today to talk about something that happened on the plane.

So, there's this guy who lined up for baggage drop in front of me, he seemed pretty nice. But something happened on the plane that really triggered him.

I have no idea whether he has bipolar disorder or some form of mental illness but what happened was actually pretty... hmm, how should I put it... I think I just found it rather disturbing, or it made me think of my own anxiety disorders.

So I have no context whatsoever to what happened, all I know is that at first, I thought the person was feeling sick and was in the bathroom. But he had a lighter with him and I think he was trying to commit suicide or something.

Then there were a lot of flight attendants guarding the bathroom.

There was an interval where the person was pounding on the doors and walls of the bathroom. I have no idea why but it just happened, everyone was awake at that instant. I was trying not to look nosey but I craned my neck to see what was going on anyways.

Anyhow, the guy came out a couple of times, only to be restrained by the flight attendants and put back into the washroom. Then at one point he was probably really angry over something or agitated, after five seconds he just started crying and he crumpled onto the floor.

I could hear the flight attendants telling him to calm down and compose himself.

Then the flight attendant manager decided it was either too dangerous or too inconvenient for other passengers to keep the guy in that bathroom(and possibly the area) for the rest of the flight. So the flight attendants restrained him and escorted him down the hall, not too far from where I was sitting.

On the way, he leaned over and said f*** you to one of the passengers, presumably the one who triggered him. Then about say... ten minutes later there was a kerfuffle and the guy shouted, "Just let me go! I don't wanna be here anymore! Just let me f***ing go!"

And when we landed, we were delayed in getting off the plane because we had to wait for airport guards/police to get onto our plane to restrain the guy until everyone else got off the plane.

I have a feeling that I probably shouldn't be writing about this but this chain of events has been occupying my mind ever since I got home and I just felt the need to spill.

I also had some thoughts on the plane, feel free to answer in the comments or reflect on these questions:

1.Because I am a Christian, would I have the guts to get up and try to tell the person about the gospel?

2.If the person requested for words from a specific religion, would I stand up and go to the person?

3.Knowing that I may be hurt or insulted verbally, would I back down from this opportunity?

Of course, all of these are hypothetical questions, however, I truly thought about these questions and I find that I actually need a lot more maturity in faith before I could manage such a feat.

So yeah, that's all for now.
Stay tuned and
BYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE