My Son Left Today

It is said, that no parent should have to bury their child.

Yet, in the span of our lives, we are not given the choice; there are many of us parents, who are given the painful task of burying our children.

Since time immemorial, certain parents have been handed this painful task; a task that came upon them suddenly and in shock, because a death of a child should not be theirs to realize.

Some might say that we were chosen for this experience, not by a random act of fate, but rather a carefully considered plan, set forth from the Master Life Planner, who plans perfectly in every instance.

Whilst we, in our human frailty might cry out, “Not me please, not my child”, The Planner might be heard to say, “I have planned it so for good, which you cannot see now, but one day, when you meet Me face-to-face, in that instant you will come to know and understand everything that I planned”.

The Planner would go on to say, “You  mother, in whose womb, I planted this little soul, as a tiny seed, that would one day bring you great joy and even sorrow at times; I watch your heart beating in anguish. I capture each of your many tears in a bottle, that will be seen by Me every moment, until you come home to me too”.

Then the Planner would say, “Mother, I know that you are not strong enough to bear this pain now, but I will be your strength forever; you will never leave my sight, not for one moment”.

“Always remember that it was I that chose the life of my child to grow in your love and care, out of all the billions of others that I could have chosen for this task. It was you and only you that I chose, to conceive, give birth and raise, the son that I shared with you for a short season and then I chose for you to give him back to Me”.

“Take courage mother, for I love you like no other can”.

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Long Walk To Freedom

 

Nelson Mandela

 

 

The Autobiography of Nelson Mandela

“The Autobiography succeeds because the vicissitudes Mandela has gone through, in the course of his life, are so dramatic that the reader cannot help responding to them as if to a fairy tale or moral fable of some kind. No hero of legend ever went through such protracted trials to arrive at such an improbable victory” – Dan Jacobson, Daily Telegraph.

The book is the autobiography of Rolihlahla ‘Nelson’ Mandela, more endearingly known by his tribal name – Madiba.

This book is not a demanding read, providing are you braced to read some 400,000 words, But the story flows effortlessly from Madiba’s childhood to his election as state president; a period of 70 plus years.

The book lists between being a journal of political events to times of ‘edge of the chair’ gripping moments; times of appalling hardship and unimaginable cruelty, to times when the reader’s emotions will produce tears of compassion.

The story tells of a young boy, raised in what could be said to be a privileged background, given the general hardships he describes regarding his kind as a whole. Being brought up in the peaceful environment of a country village, where generally speaking, people were happy, even if not comfortable, by the comparible ease of white people of the same era.

They were trouble-free boyhood days that were filled with fun and freedom from care.

The story describes Madiba’s advantaged education over his class that brought him through university and ultimate qualification as an attorney.

The book describes Madiba as man with a dream who ultimately came to that place in his life of realizing, that no dream is fulfilled without commitment and consequent action.

On crossing the Rubicon from realization to action his life was irreversibly changed and his fate sealed.

We read of the cost of this change, devastating the lives of not only himself, but his wife and children. Yet, by contrast, the story relates the bolstering effect of family, friends and compatriots that stood by him.

The accounts of the Rivonia Trial and its ultimate outcome, life imprisonment, are only second in horror to the life of a maximum security prisoner in South Africa of that time.

The reader finds themselves in a constant place of hoping for a miracle of early release, or at least, more humane treatment during his incarceration.

The story reaches a real crescendo in the final stages of Madiba’s imprisonment; the paradox of improvement in the conditions of his life in prison and the raging storm of bloodletting throughout the country, clashing of political forces in what really amounted to an undeclared civil war.

As a backdrop to this ugly and tragic scene, Madiba tells of the support from countries around the globe and more especially of sanctions applied by America and Europe.

The final act on the stage is the negotiations between Madiba and President De Klerk that lead to his release from prison.

He tells of the struggle he now had, of not only trying to uphold teetering negotiations for settlement, but the distrust of his own party, who were afraid he may be selling them out for the reward of his freedom.

All the pain of this tension on his release is climaxed by the first election involving all the people of South Africa and the bloodless transition that took place from that point.

I classify this book as a good read. It is a story that should be read by people of all walks of life, old and young alike and from that point that they should make up their own minds regarding the tale of Madiba, the first black President of South Africa.

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….of Books and Movies

How often have you heard others say, ‘Don’t watch the movie, until you’ve read the book’, or ‘The movie was not anywhere near as good as the book’. Of course, most of us agree with these statements and their many variants.

Maybe we should agree, because there must be a measure of truth in each of these statements.

Recently, I posted an article on a book that someone suggested I write a review. My policy is, that if I’m offered a book, I read it, unless of course it depresses me, then I stop reading (I’m emotional, so protection from this is important to me). Otherwise I carry on with the idea that there must be a reason why I was asked to read the book. There are times when I climb out of a book, delighted. There are times when I was not so delighted, but there was something in the experience that worked to my advantage.

In this case, I had already seen the movie and frankly, it delighted me. So, why not read the book?

In comparison to the movie, I felt the book was a letdown. I suppose my reason for feeling this way was the fact that the movie had a good ending and the book not.

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A Daughter’s Father’s Day Message to Her Daddy

 

Daddy & Daughter

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Hello Daddy, on this Father’s Day, I wanted you to know, how I feel about you.

To me you are much more than just a father, to me you are:

A Daddy

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Why Positive Thinking Matters

I found this article to be a good addendum to my post, “The Most Beautiful Garden in The World”
Kudos to Walker Edwards and enjoy my friends.

Walker Edwards

Why do we remember things?

In order to learn from previous mistakes, and correct present and future behavior.

Why can we project the future?

So we can foresee unfavorable outcomes, and avoid them.

The present is the only thing we can act upon. Both the past and the future exist only as images within our minds. From these images, we create our conception of the present.

Memories and predictions are the present moment’s context.

We have limited control over what we choose to remember. The unconscious mind filters perceptions for us and files them away. But in spite of that automatic process, we have near complete control over our attitude towards those memories.

Was that person cruel to us because of our inherently flawed personality, or because they themselves are inherently flawed, and are struggling to conduct themselves in the world?

Did our parent’s treatment of us cause permanent, irreconcilable…

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