We must all suffer one of two things: the pain of discipline or the pain of regret or disappointment
Tag: 1Timothy
Is addiction bad for your family?
Our life has always been overflowing, from the time we met, spending every weekend attending the local South African Music scene and loving every band we could find. Up until today, where our kids stretch us, a lot further than we ever imagined.
I have spent 25 years in the Data Management field, where I met Paul, and will hopefully work with data until I go home. Veronica is a best teacher that I know, I needed her during my not so stellar school career. I often relate how bad my school marks where when I got G for German, E for English and D for Dutch. Maths, Science and Accounting got me through.
Every year, except during lockdown, we run away from our amazing kids and spend 10 days riding motorbikes in the USA, Canada and/or Europe. The only time I stop thinking about Data is when I get on the bike and I can enjoy a non-data holiday with my brother Stuart, another special person in our lives.
- Is addiction bad for your family? - 10 January 2021
The immediate answer is definitely, but the final answer is that it may be beneficial for your spiritual life! You just need to spend five minutes with a recovering addict or one hour in a family support group for addicts to realise that you have entered a hornet’s nest. As a parent, by the time…
Letter in the sand: an open conversation with the LGBTQI+ community
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- Bring me the ephod! - 5 February 2022
Our family loves watching movies together. From when the kids were small, it was an opportunity to learn to accommodate each other’s tastes. Sunday nights are movie nights, and we all take turns to pick a movie for the night. We make popcorn, smoothies and later some hot chocolate. When the kids were smaller, this…
Sitting at Heaven’s Gates
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I was sitting next to my dad’s hospital bed. The lights were dimmed, curtains slightly drawn. The scent of sanitiser intermingled with hospital food aromas filled the air. Such a clinical setting. Not the ideal scene for my last memories of my dad. Death knocking on the door He never wanted to spend his last…