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NKF: Have there been phantom patients?
The latest version

3,000 PATIENTS? NO! 2,000? NO! 1,800 AT LAST COUNT!!

If I was among the National Kidney Foundation Singapore staff when Mr T T Durai returned from court after pulling out of a law suit he had initiated on his own account and on behalf of NKF as its chief executive officer, I would have joined in the standing ovation they gave him.

After all, without his efforts in suing Singapore Press Holdings, I, a befuddled though fairly regular donor to NKF of many years, would have remained in the dark as to what exactly happened to the many dollars I have given to this charity.

At last light has dawned though what was revealed in two days of court hearing this week still leaves many gaps to be filled. Now that he and his board are stepping down, their successors should have no reservation about giving a show and tell about what went on before, Health Minister Khaw Boon Wan�s injunction against going into �history� notwithstanding.

My ignorance about how much NKF collects, spends and squirrels away from the donation pie is mostly my fault. This is because while I want to help those I perceive to be less fortunate than I am, I am reluctant to get too close, as heart-breaking tragedies make me uncomfortable.

So, I am a perfect target for those tear-jerking letters describing unimaginable misfortunes that dog NKF beneficiaries. I speed read their tragic accounts without too much absorption or analysis and sign a cheque to assuage the guilt I feel at my own lucky escape from the caprice of fate.

I quickly switch channels whenever the image of one of their saddest cases flash on the TV screen but to compensate for my refusal to hear out yet another gut wrenching hard luck slice of life, I quickly make that donation phone call.

As an adult donor, I know that not every cent I hand over goes to the beneficiary. I accept this as a �charge� I have to pay to do a little good without getting involved. An organised and efficient charity like NKF saves me from this hassle and I don�t expect a free lunch, even, or especially when it is a charity.

Yet where do I draw the line on how much I should allow what I give to be �taxed� to spare me the pain of direct contact with a less fortunate fellow citizen?

For many, the line clearly stops at expensive bathroom fittings. Even Mr Durai himself must have thought so too, because he pursued what he perceived was the moral high-ground with SPH and one of its writer over an article published last year alluding to gold-plated taps in his office bathroom.

His pay and perks, the fleet of cars at his disposal, the business dealings he has with a former NKF staff and later board member and his first-class air travel were even harder to swallow for the vast majority of NKF donors, judging from the sheer anger that has been vented at the man and the organisation.

But let�s face it: NKF had become a business in nearly all but name, even though most of us continue to think of it as a voluntary welfare organisation. The signs were all there.

Look at the way the charity has been calling its beneficiaries �clients� which reflects a with-profit relationship, not a charitable one.

Look also at the stacks of vouchers claiming to be worth hundreds of dollars for each set that keep coming to me from NKF as �an appreciation of your support.� If the vouchers are indeed worth the amounts claimed, why not channel the money back to NKF? Then there are the mega prizes in glitzy TV shows to seduce the donation dollar.

The revelations teased out of Mr Durai in court finally confirmed this transformation, especially his $25,000 per month pay and the 12-month bonus. But I am not outraged. Surely someone who has stomach enough to face the hopelessly sick and hopelessly poor for 37 years deserves to be very well rewarded?

And while I think former NKF patron Mrs Goh Chok Tong�s �peanuts� description of the $600,000 package as unwise and maybe inexpedient given that matters to do with the high pay of public figures are always a political hot potato, I also want to applaud her for her honesty and her loyalty.

Where I do draw the line, however, is the dialysis patient numbers that were brought up in court. The numbers were not new but given at different times, their significance didn�t sink in, at least where I was concerned.

But when rolled out together � Ministry of Health figures for 1999 were 1,414 and for 2003, 1512 while NKF had last year stated in one instance that it had 2,000 patients and in another 3,000 patients � they tell me that there must be a sickening "mistake" somewhere.

Mr Durai told SPH�s defence counsel that the number should be 2,000. But is it? Could it be lower than even 2,000? In my view, unless there has been a quantum leap in kidney failures in recent years, the growth rate between 2003 and today shouldn�t be markedly different from the change between 1999 and 2003 when under 100 more sufferers went onto the NKF programme in 2003.

The increase over four years was just 98 patients, giving an average increase of 24.5 patients per year. Now, the current figure cited in court suggests the recent increase has been phenomenal: 488 extra patients over two years, or 244 more per year, 10 times that of the earlier period discussed. Can this be true? Especially when NKF's coverage fell to 44% of the global figure!

Unlike Mr Durai, I don�t find these discrepancies in the least immaterial. Given NKF�s facility with databases in tracking past donors and would-be donors that must run into hundreds of thousands, I find it incomprehensible how he and other NKF representatives were so imprecise when it came to numbers of patients receiving treatment.

I wish public outrage had focussed on this issue rather than on his pay or the massive NKF reserves. Now that the public will has been done with the impending exit of the CEO and his board, I hope more energy will be directed at the elastic patient numbers. (Parliament was told on July 20 that the patient numbers are 1,800)

This is because the money given to NKF is for its patients. If their numbers are faulty, then our generosity has been misled and NKF has been obtaining donations under false premises, even if there was no concerted intention to mislead

I know the world has changed and Singapore has changed too, to adapt to changing circumstances. But I hope my country hasn�t changed so much that it becomes comfortable about those who are cavalier with public trust.

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Help them, somebody!

As one who pesters my friends, acquaintances and family about the plight of the poor in Singapore-- who though small in number are nevertheless a cause for concern-- I was happy to find some postings today in the SammyBoy Alfresco Coffeeshop forum on this subject. While I know many of the posters are using the topic as a reason to "beat" our Government, I feel that their encounters with the visibly poor is worth porting to my site, to share with visitors. Their posts, reproduced here, have been left intact, grammatical errors and all. I have however deleted all their comments vis a vis the Government, because they are not only unfair but also untrue.

Incidentally, should you spot someone in need of assistance, do call this number 63548139 or 97847361 for them, so that proper care can be rendered!

Forum: the Sammyboy's Alfresco Coffee Shop? Forum
Subject: Sights & sounds of Singapore misery
From: (HENDRIXTAS)
To: (ALL)
DateTime: 11/09/2004 22:14:02

Walked thru an MRT Underpass the other day. What a sight to behold.
Length of the underpass. about 50 meters.
On either side one can see graphic signs of wretched lives trying to keep body and soul together.
A blind guy playing an organ and singing songs. Another old guy playing the harmonica.
An aged lady scavenging through a green litter bin for empty drink cans and cardboard bits and ends.
A family of four, ( 2 kids less than 5 years old ) selling curry puffs. The Father appear to be sick. The humid contaminated humid air in the tunnel ought to make him more sick !
A handicapped man ( one leg missing at the kneww ) trying to solicit money sitting on the floor offering tissue packs.
One old man , his left hand trembling unctrollably, holding out a paper cup.
Nine souls in dire need on a stretch of underpass measuring 50 meters.
It is an underpass. Out of sight of gleaming city streat above the misery lay submerged below while thousands of commuters hurry past, slowly getting de-senitized to the acute display of desperate want and need for survival from their fellow citizens, once young, now old and discarded.
How many such underpass of misery are there in Singapore one wonder.
These are the dregs of society I guess. No medisave, no security and no future. Perhaps no home too.

POST #2

If anyone has doubts about how bad the situation is, I suggest a walk in some of the bus interchanges late at night.
Walk from the Bedok MRT to the Interchange late evening and you will see:
1. People digging dustbins for aluminium cans.
2. Tissue paper sellers asking you to buy tissue.
3. Homeless sleeping by the side.
4. The other day someone came to my table to ask me if I stll want my leftover coffee. I said no, I thought he was the cleaner. He took it and drank it.
5. Its even more interesting if you read the notice board at the interchange. People who promise "work at home" jobs, easy loans, sell your HDB etc. Perhaps all con-jobs, but people are desperate.
6. Even later at night, the PRC girls start offering dates.
7. There is an illegal fruit seller with lots of tatoo that turns up, sometimes the ministry of environment people also turn to throw his fruits away. May be he can't get a job because of all the tatoos and has to sell fruits to make ends meet. Throwing those fruits away is like throwing his livelihood.
8. There is a mad mad unshaven in torn jeans - it looks like he has worn those jeans for 20 years, it stinks to high heaven. There is also a mad woman who hangs around at the famous 4-D shop talking to herself. Another mad women has a shaven head and goes from table to take asking for money.
9. A blind man stands alone to sell big sweep just outside the MRT station. Another blind man sings and play the keyboard, he is not bad if I have coins I'll drop 20cents.

POST #3

A blind guy playing an organ and singing songs.
That dude has been under the Wisma underpass for like two decades already. Who in Singapore dun know him? Please lah, at least he got pride.

POST #4

Try going to another country and experience what is it like to be harrassed and touched by real homeless people. It is really disgusting

POST#5

It's not only in the underpasses... I was at Circuit Road yesterday to visit a chinese doctor...there were a lot of old people there asking for some money...

POST #6

Let us not talk and take no action. If you should find anyone homeless, try to help them to get social assistance from the government. The government still helps the poor.
You can tell them or bring them to:
HDB Hub Bizthree,
490 Lorong 6 Toa Payoh #04-10
Singapore 310490. Tel:63709475
(Just above Toa Payoh MRT Station).
As I have said before: There are 4 kinds of people: 1)The Good; 2) The Bad; 3) The Greedy and 4) The Wicked. If we know the good to do and do not, then we sin as The Bad One.
Wise reading for today: Psalm 49.

DON'T LEAVE HOME W'THOUT THIS NUMBER
There's a small group of people in Singapore (I won't call them Singaporeans, as frankly I don't know what their nationality is) who have nowhere regluar to go back to at night, nothing to eat at most meal times, sick physically or mentally and without family members or friends who care whether they live or die.
I don't know how they got into their situation and I'm not blaming anyone for the existence of this group in Singapore.
To cut a long story short, through a rather tortuous route, I've got a response from the Ministry of Community and Debelopment Services on how to help this sad, sad group and would like to share its advice with visitors to this site, so that together we can alert MCDS to the wretched who wander S'pore's streets unkempt and uncared for.
The following is the MCDS' advice: "Members of the public who wish to report about incidents of begging or vagrancy should call the Destitute Persons hotline number, 1800-4785379.
This is a 24-hour hotline, and is listed in the Singapore Government directory as well as on the Internet, and will appear in the 2003 edition of the SingTel business directory.
The public can also reach the Destitute Persons Service through the Ministry's Qualiity Service Manager via email ([email protected]) or at Tel: 1800-2586001.
They can also make a report to the Police, Family Service Centres, Community Development Councils, Town Councils or HDB Area Offices. These agencies will refer the matter to us for attention if they themselves are not able to take direct action on the matter."
Everyone who cares to help should at minimum key the MCDS 24-hour hotline number into their mobiles. If they run into someone who fits the description at the start of this rant, they can, in addition to giving the destitute temporary aid, also get the Government to give them permanent care!

SIS DAFFYDIL
My sister, Daffydil and her husband Heng, have some delightful travelogues in far flung places to share. In Daffy's own words, her website "is dedicated to all like minded travellers on life's many journeys. It was curiosity about my cultural roots, a love for Asian mountains and fascination about antiques and artefacts that brought me on many pleasurable journeys...." So, go and meander!

REMEMBERING DAD
My father died on Oct 23, 2001. One year has passed, really like the twinkling of an eye. Yes, he is missed. More than I imagined possible. Perhaps his last three years of ill-health hi-jinks made us all closer to him than we intended to be. Or perhaps it is in the genes.

My dad continues to live through us, his children. After all, how can we forget someone whose genes make up 50 per cent of the system that keeps us on the go? No wonder they say: The King is Dead! Long live the King! Well, my Dad is dead. Yet, it is still: Long Live Dad, as long as one of his descendents remains around.

If you wish to learn more about my mixed-up family, then look up Father Sitting. My sister Daf has written a powerful piece about Dad and Chinese poetry in his last six months. Goto Qingming and learn more, if not about us, then about Chinese poetry and practices.

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