Minus mic,
his voice still carried,
barely and with just enough humour
to detect genuine humility
and passion.
He spoke
of early sadness,
not being good enough
and
finding meaning.
He spoke
of childhood,
of family split
and dodging school
to fail.
He spoke
of finding
worth in himself
through purpose
and work
and sharing
a shed
with rats,
cockroaches,
scary spiders
and other youths
in a far-off land
where native children
were taught in awe and desperation,
drinking thirstily,
desperate for education.
He spoke
of forgiving himself
and his mum,
of whispered prayer
to find strength.
He spoke
of changes
in direction
to aspire
to doctor dream,
of local service
then returning
to Africa,
giving back
what he had found.
He spoke
of waiting soon
his first child –
to spontaneous applause
at his awed thrill.
His face lit
the stage.
A lad, I thought,
of tender years
for nothing
marred
his glowing face.
But experience
lent truth
to his age
and joy in life.
From sad and broken beginnings,
he spoke,
while I choked back tears
at radiant happiness
and a voice
that spoke
to youths
and adults alike.
He spoke
of finding
the meaningful key.
Beautifully written momus! A moment in time to feel that connection, the love that created that key, so that others may benefit in the gift of his giving. It is a significant moment, thank you for sharing. Namaste
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Thanks, Mark. He was a very inspiring speaker and yet so normal! No front about him at all. An ex-pupil of my daughter’s school who’d been invited to speak at their awards ceremony. I think everyone was touched by his honesty and moved by testimony of a life so turned around. And all inside twenty minutes. My kind of speaker!
I hope you’re doing well on all your projects, Mark and life is being good to you.x
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It was well written to show the good that has come from such a hard life. I’m going good but I have elected to do one of those things in life that we all shudder at….moving house!!! It was time to begin my healing from another direction. I will begin the book while doing healing as well. The journey has begun. Mind you, my thinking is a little backward. I felt I could move some of the furniture (with my emphysema mind you), and now paying the price. Feel like I’ve been run over by a truck 🙂
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Ughh, shuddering to even think about it. All that packing and unpacking, paperwork, cleaning! We’ve never had the movers in any time we’ve changed house but there’s a lot to be said for someone else doing all the heavy work. Is this the move you spoke of before taking you back to old grounds? It’s exciting though if you’ll be starting on a new healing path. And the book! Will you have time to adjust before embarking on all new ventures? A bit of breathing space. I hope so. Then get wired in. 🙂 x
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Breathe…is that where you stop and watch the roses grow? 🙂 Spirit gave me a nudge and said ‘it’s time’. So far the only thing being tested is my body, mind you, that won’t take too much 🙂 Otherwise all under control…and…just to confirm it, I had dolphins jumping out of the water in front of where I’m now at. Now that was a welcome party! 🙂 When I get a chance I’ll take a pic and put it up in my gallery for you. Right, back to work, another day of finding things that I thought I had lost 🙂
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Sending you some virtual roses, Mark to breathe and enjoy. Now, don’t lose them in among the boxes. I’ll look forward to the pics. 🙂 x
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Thank you momus, and the roses are gratefully accepted. Now if I could just find a vase 🙂
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I would send you one and a Happy New Home card but the ether won’t allow it. 😉 x
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A lovely trib
ute to the human spirit.
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Thank you.x
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Wonderful words to a courageous and compassionate human spirit!
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Thanks, Krysia. He was a lovely guy.
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