Wondering: "Why am I Kept Alive?"
On Saturday evening we had some new friends over at our house. One of the guests was a frail 91- year- old lady, the mother of one of our friends. At some stage in the evening the two of us were alone at the table where we were sitting outside in the beautiful evening. Margaret, the elderly woman, started talking. She is very quiet and mostly listens to conversations. Being very weak, she cannot walk on her own any longer, and weighs probably something in the neighborhood of 40 kilograms. “I don’t know why am still kept alive,” she said. “I struggle physically, don’t sleep well, and feel like a burden to my son.” (She lives with her son). We talked about possible reasons why she would still be around. “You bring out the gentleness and kindness in people, simply by virtue of who you are, “ I said. ... Read Full Story >>
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- Oct 16, 2008
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A Child, a Bicycle and a Stray Dog
In South Africa we daily learn how to trust other racial groups. This is an amazing experience in itself, to understand the one-ness despite the different colours. Leaving my mom's home on Sunday I saw some kids standing in the street, looking intently to the direction I was coming from. Something seemed wrong. Not sure what was happening, I stopped and wound down the window. A teenage girl peeped in and said: "My brother was riding his bicycle and was chased by that stray dog. He is dead scared of dogs, and just climbed over someone's wall to get away." I looked back and saw the dog. A big, brown creature clearly belonging somewhere else, but not in a street where kids play and drive their bicycles. "Get in," I said, "and show me where your brother is". In hopped three kids and we drove up the street to where a young boy ... Read Full Story >>
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- Aug 3, 2008
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