I'm so upset!!!!!
I was cyber surfing this morning and came across the sad news that Lady T, aka Teena Marie had passed. Wow...
Listen, she was the soundtrack to my youth. My raving days. My carefree days. The days when it was just me before it became WE.
She was a baaaaaaddddd asssss sanger (sic). Oh yes, she was WHITE. But funny enough, I saw past her colour as I found her to be such an authentic SOUL singer.
RIP Teena Marie! The heavens have become funkier now *sad smile*
This were two of my favourite tracks (amongst so many other gems) and still sends nostalgic memories and shivers dowwn the back when I used to rave and party HARD!!
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Monday 27 December 2010
Reflection
Well, after the overhyped Christmas day, I am still here. Still blessed but otherwise, a bit stressed. Let me explain...
Over this year, there has been a lot of extreme and heavy drama with my husband and his children; it is only now can I put some articulation behind my suppressed feelings about what has taken place this last year.
To put it in a nutshell, his nasty ex-wife who is from this country - who have no biological ties to his two oldest children ( 16 and 15 respectively) that he had with another woman in Dominica - WHO IS A BLACK WOMAN - together with his son that he had with her (13 going onto 14, who has no manners, but then again, the apple does not fall far from the tree)have decided to visit my husband. Now, bear in mind, that his youngest son, Joshua, has had NO contact with my husband over the past six months, due to the manipulative and controlling spirit of his ex wife. This she has passed onto his biological children. She has now morphed into a 'foster mother ', which benefits her financially. Because of who she is, she is a greedy woman. This woman already put my husband into debt; this is a woman who fabricated an email address to send off pornographic brochures to our address; this is a woman who sent anonymous letters and deliveries to this address; but hey, I digress!
Anyway, to cut a long story short, this woman has used his two children as pawns against him and they now live with the bitch (I'm sorry about the name calling, but right now I'm trying to heal from all of this).
Let me just insert at this juncture. My husband was a single father. Bringing up his two children singlehandedly in Europe. Something which is rare and unheard of. That is why I admire him, he is so special and he will continuously be blessed.
His two oldest children were born in the Commonwealth of Dominica. He brought them over here to NL when he married this witch.
I used to have a really wonderful and positive relationship with these children. Not so much Joshua, as his father rarely saw him. Additionally, he was influenced by his mother to dislike me - for what reason, I am still unclear. But with the two oldest children, I was there for them in so many ways. I left the UK a year ago. My children were old enough to be left - my youngest one lives with his father. This was not a hard decision to make, as his father has always had full participation in his life, as has my oldest son, who is 24...
I decided to come over here as my relationship with my husband was falling apart, due to the long absences, so I made a very clear decision to be with my husband. Forget about the adage. 'distance makes the heart go fonder'. It wasn't. It was placing a big burden on my relationship.
Anyway, as I stated before, I had a positive and uplifting relationship with his children. I never pretended to be their mother, as I felt it was important that they would and should reconnect with their biological mother in Dominica. In fact, I felt so strongly about it, I was the one who PAID for their passages to go to Dominica in 2009, when we all went as a family. It was my first time there. Unfortunately, the reconnection with their mother was not successful. However, I always reminded the children that she was the mother, even if she could not emotiionally be there for them, and that they should never, ever forget her.
I loved these children like they were my own. I always reiterated that I could not replace their mother but I'd always be there for them. They heard me loud and clear - or so I thought...
However, a very negative and dark cloud hovered over everything when I came to live here in NL. Now, let me make it clear at this juncture, it was completely transparent to his children that I was coming to live over here with them. We spoke about it all the time. It wasn't 'news' to them. They were elated and excited by the news. If there was an issue I would've rethought my decision. Heck, they had visited me in London - with their father. They knew my children. I thought things were cool with us. My children were fine about it and understood that I had to go to save my relationship. They were secure in this knowledge and let me go without any kind of guilt. It was no 'biggie' to them that I was coming to resettle here in NL.
Then, because of the ex wife absolute inappropriate way of manipulating and controlling situations, she then began to brainwash these children. First, it was a steady, slow drip. I was aware of this when my husband used to permit (against my advice) his children to spend weekends with the woman. He and I - when I was over here on vacation - noticed their small and subtle changes. This witch turned these children against their own biological father and against me. I am exasperated by it all, because to me, these children are old enough to make informed choices and decisions, but they have gone along with this seedy drama.
See, she is a European white woman. Her cultural values and overall sense of who she is an antithesis of how I, as a Black woman, was strictly raised in the UK of a Nigerian/African woman. My boundaries were hemmed in tightly, and I knew my place as a child with my mama. I think you understand my point? Anyway, this nasty, vindictive, manipulative, negative bitch (yeah, I said it), got my husband's children (all of them), together with the far too liberal social services agencies over here and stacked their perilous cards against their father and me. See, I assert myself very well, and when meetings were convened regarding this very emotional issue, I stood my ground and informed them that they were all wrong to do this to a man who is their biological father. Both me and my husband challenged the absolute lies that were written in reports, which completely denigraded my husband's parenting skills. I helped my husband rebutt these false reports and allegations that were stated in these subjective and biased reports - who, by the way were overly influenced by this witch.
Over here in this country, the childrens views and perspectives overrule the parents authority. You always seem to have to negotiate with children and ultimately, one is too scared to have any kind of wielding authority to state that you are the parent, set up boundaries and guide their paths. Undertaking this route is, in their option, dictorial. The crux and notion overall of Netherland families are about being 'friends'and not parents to your children.
Anyway, back on topic. These children have lied about their father to the courts, the agencies et al. This woman has enabled this nasty and unaccountable behaviour for these children. They hardly (if ever) communicate. She has set up a faulty premise for how these children will relate to my husband and his family in the future. Consequently, she has set an environment and foundation that will have an everlasting impact on how he will now relate to his kids. I am starting to feel that. The two youngest children were here. I had nothing to say to them. I didn't establish a nasty vibe to them. It was just hard for me to be all 'smiley' to them when I am aware of the devilish actions that this woman has manipulated. I can't pretend at all what went on. It is not about a bitterness about what they said about me. I have forgiveness in my heart, but see, I am a REAL, GENUINE AND SINCERE person. It just invades my soul when I have to 'pretend'.
So here I sit. In reflection. About what has happened and the great impact that will inevitably cloud my relationship to my husband's children over the years.
Its very sad, but I am trying to see the small shaft of light at the end of the tunnel. I know that God will shine a light on this very doomed situation, because everything that occurs in the dark will eventually be illuminated by the light.
Over this year, there has been a lot of extreme and heavy drama with my husband and his children; it is only now can I put some articulation behind my suppressed feelings about what has taken place this last year.
To put it in a nutshell, his nasty ex-wife who is from this country - who have no biological ties to his two oldest children ( 16 and 15 respectively) that he had with another woman in Dominica - WHO IS A BLACK WOMAN - together with his son that he had with her (13 going onto 14, who has no manners, but then again, the apple does not fall far from the tree)have decided to visit my husband. Now, bear in mind, that his youngest son, Joshua, has had NO contact with my husband over the past six months, due to the manipulative and controlling spirit of his ex wife. This she has passed onto his biological children. She has now morphed into a 'foster mother ', which benefits her financially. Because of who she is, she is a greedy woman. This woman already put my husband into debt; this is a woman who fabricated an email address to send off pornographic brochures to our address; this is a woman who sent anonymous letters and deliveries to this address; but hey, I digress!
Anyway, to cut a long story short, this woman has used his two children as pawns against him and they now live with the bitch (I'm sorry about the name calling, but right now I'm trying to heal from all of this).
Let me just insert at this juncture. My husband was a single father. Bringing up his two children singlehandedly in Europe. Something which is rare and unheard of. That is why I admire him, he is so special and he will continuously be blessed.
His two oldest children were born in the Commonwealth of Dominica. He brought them over here to NL when he married this witch.
I used to have a really wonderful and positive relationship with these children. Not so much Joshua, as his father rarely saw him. Additionally, he was influenced by his mother to dislike me - for what reason, I am still unclear. But with the two oldest children, I was there for them in so many ways. I left the UK a year ago. My children were old enough to be left - my youngest one lives with his father. This was not a hard decision to make, as his father has always had full participation in his life, as has my oldest son, who is 24...
I decided to come over here as my relationship with my husband was falling apart, due to the long absences, so I made a very clear decision to be with my husband. Forget about the adage. 'distance makes the heart go fonder'. It wasn't. It was placing a big burden on my relationship.
Anyway, as I stated before, I had a positive and uplifting relationship with his children. I never pretended to be their mother, as I felt it was important that they would and should reconnect with their biological mother in Dominica. In fact, I felt so strongly about it, I was the one who PAID for their passages to go to Dominica in 2009, when we all went as a family. It was my first time there. Unfortunately, the reconnection with their mother was not successful. However, I always reminded the children that she was the mother, even if she could not emotiionally be there for them, and that they should never, ever forget her.
I loved these children like they were my own. I always reiterated that I could not replace their mother but I'd always be there for them. They heard me loud and clear - or so I thought...
However, a very negative and dark cloud hovered over everything when I came to live here in NL. Now, let me make it clear at this juncture, it was completely transparent to his children that I was coming to live over here with them. We spoke about it all the time. It wasn't 'news' to them. They were elated and excited by the news. If there was an issue I would've rethought my decision. Heck, they had visited me in London - with their father. They knew my children. I thought things were cool with us. My children were fine about it and understood that I had to go to save my relationship. They were secure in this knowledge and let me go without any kind of guilt. It was no 'biggie' to them that I was coming to resettle here in NL.
Then, because of the ex wife absolute inappropriate way of manipulating and controlling situations, she then began to brainwash these children. First, it was a steady, slow drip. I was aware of this when my husband used to permit (against my advice) his children to spend weekends with the woman. He and I - when I was over here on vacation - noticed their small and subtle changes. This witch turned these children against their own biological father and against me. I am exasperated by it all, because to me, these children are old enough to make informed choices and decisions, but they have gone along with this seedy drama.
See, she is a European white woman. Her cultural values and overall sense of who she is an antithesis of how I, as a Black woman, was strictly raised in the UK of a Nigerian/African woman. My boundaries were hemmed in tightly, and I knew my place as a child with my mama. I think you understand my point? Anyway, this nasty, vindictive, manipulative, negative bitch (yeah, I said it), got my husband's children (all of them), together with the far too liberal social services agencies over here and stacked their perilous cards against their father and me. See, I assert myself very well, and when meetings were convened regarding this very emotional issue, I stood my ground and informed them that they were all wrong to do this to a man who is their biological father. Both me and my husband challenged the absolute lies that were written in reports, which completely denigraded my husband's parenting skills. I helped my husband rebutt these false reports and allegations that were stated in these subjective and biased reports - who, by the way were overly influenced by this witch.
Over here in this country, the childrens views and perspectives overrule the parents authority. You always seem to have to negotiate with children and ultimately, one is too scared to have any kind of wielding authority to state that you are the parent, set up boundaries and guide their paths. Undertaking this route is, in their option, dictorial. The crux and notion overall of Netherland families are about being 'friends'and not parents to your children.
Anyway, back on topic. These children have lied about their father to the courts, the agencies et al. This woman has enabled this nasty and unaccountable behaviour for these children. They hardly (if ever) communicate. She has set up a faulty premise for how these children will relate to my husband and his family in the future. Consequently, she has set an environment and foundation that will have an everlasting impact on how he will now relate to his kids. I am starting to feel that. The two youngest children were here. I had nothing to say to them. I didn't establish a nasty vibe to them. It was just hard for me to be all 'smiley' to them when I am aware of the devilish actions that this woman has manipulated. I can't pretend at all what went on. It is not about a bitterness about what they said about me. I have forgiveness in my heart, but see, I am a REAL, GENUINE AND SINCERE person. It just invades my soul when I have to 'pretend'.
So here I sit. In reflection. About what has happened and the great impact that will inevitably cloud my relationship to my husband's children over the years.
Its very sad, but I am trying to see the small shaft of light at the end of the tunnel. I know that God will shine a light on this very doomed situation, because everything that occurs in the dark will eventually be illuminated by the light.
Monday 13 December 2010
Political Thoughts on the Nature Island, aka Commonwealth of Dominica
"Oui Papa!" "Malaway!"
My husband is a proud Dominican. He lives for Dominica. He inhales and exhales for Dominica. His roots in so many variations are attached to Dominica. He simply loves Dominica. Period. He wants to return like tomorrow to his beloved country. Wherever he goes, I will follow. For his footsteps and mine are the same. Different shoe size, but I guess you know what I mean. I love Dominca. Its the place where my husband and I will be returning to very, very soon by the Grace of Spirit.
It's a small island, populated by approx 70,000, bordered by nature, hemmed in by verdant shades of green, tropical rainforests and stunning scenery. However, the current political climate is rotten, like the fallen mangoes found on the long and winding roads and steep precipes in the Nature Island.
The above italic words, translated in French and in creole French respectively means 'Yes Father!' and 'Poor People!' These are the words that are currently being muttered in complete frustration and weary exasperation by Dominicans - at home or abroad whenever confronted about the continual lies and all out blatant lack of transparency and governance within Dominican politics.
I am presently listening to Q95FM, which is a popular radio station in Dominica, and the voices that have been calling for Roosevelt Skerrit's resignation is getting louder and louder. The voices are rising to a cacaphony due to the allegations that he was not truthful to the citizens of Dominica about his dual citizenship of French and Dominica. Basically, to give a brief overview (click on the title of this blog for further information), according to an investigative journalist, Lennox Linton, the PM has caused a constitutional dilemma, where he had dual citizenship and only denounced it in February 2010 - he was still PM in 2009 and in fact, has been the heralded, youthful Prime Minister from 2005. Did you know that Skerrit is the youngest PM in the world? I guess that is where is lack of insight and wisdom comes from. Now, I'm not suggesting that his youth leaves him without these qualities, but surely, knowing full well what the Constitution stipulates, was he not even aware of this issue? Or was he being invincible?
According to the Dominican constitution, one is not allowed to serve two countries (and correct me if I'm wrong, this is indicative everywhere else when becoming a prime minister of a country). However, Roosevelt Skerrit was re-elected in December 2009 and stated that 'no constition, no law' can stop him from becoming a prime minister.
This is the latest controversy to stick to Roosevelt Skerrit, hence the rising chorus of getting him to resign. Check the below youtube clip regarding his illegal purchasing of villas:
Since these allegations, there has been no public statement from him. I wonder how he and his cronies will spin this ONE.
My husband is a proud Dominican. He lives for Dominica. He inhales and exhales for Dominica. His roots in so many variations are attached to Dominica. He simply loves Dominica. Period. He wants to return like tomorrow to his beloved country. Wherever he goes, I will follow. For his footsteps and mine are the same. Different shoe size, but I guess you know what I mean. I love Dominca. Its the place where my husband and I will be returning to very, very soon by the Grace of Spirit.
It's a small island, populated by approx 70,000, bordered by nature, hemmed in by verdant shades of green, tropical rainforests and stunning scenery. However, the current political climate is rotten, like the fallen mangoes found on the long and winding roads and steep precipes in the Nature Island.
The above italic words, translated in French and in creole French respectively means 'Yes Father!' and 'Poor People!' These are the words that are currently being muttered in complete frustration and weary exasperation by Dominicans - at home or abroad whenever confronted about the continual lies and all out blatant lack of transparency and governance within Dominican politics.
I am presently listening to Q95FM, which is a popular radio station in Dominica, and the voices that have been calling for Roosevelt Skerrit's resignation is getting louder and louder. The voices are rising to a cacaphony due to the allegations that he was not truthful to the citizens of Dominica about his dual citizenship of French and Dominica. Basically, to give a brief overview (click on the title of this blog for further information), according to an investigative journalist, Lennox Linton, the PM has caused a constitutional dilemma, where he had dual citizenship and only denounced it in February 2010 - he was still PM in 2009 and in fact, has been the heralded, youthful Prime Minister from 2005. Did you know that Skerrit is the youngest PM in the world? I guess that is where is lack of insight and wisdom comes from. Now, I'm not suggesting that his youth leaves him without these qualities, but surely, knowing full well what the Constitution stipulates, was he not even aware of this issue? Or was he being invincible?
According to the Dominican constitution, one is not allowed to serve two countries (and correct me if I'm wrong, this is indicative everywhere else when becoming a prime minister of a country). However, Roosevelt Skerrit was re-elected in December 2009 and stated that 'no constition, no law' can stop him from becoming a prime minister.
This is the latest controversy to stick to Roosevelt Skerrit, hence the rising chorus of getting him to resign. Check the below youtube clip regarding his illegal purchasing of villas:
Since these allegations, there has been no public statement from him. I wonder how he and his cronies will spin this ONE.
Contemplation: Here I Am
con·tem·pla·tion
/ˌkɒntəmˈpleɪʃən, -tɛm-/ Show Spelled[kon-tuhm-pley-shuhn, -tem-] Show IPA
–noun
1.
the act of contemplating; thoughtful observation.
2.
full or deep consideration; reflection: religious contemplation.
3.
purpose or intention.
4.
prospect or expectation.
Right now I am in a contemplative mood. I woke up this morning contemplating on what has happened for me throughout 2010. I always feel comtemplative around this time of year, and what I have concluded is that I have no regrets at all in my rollercoaster life. Looking at my background, my childhood and the lack of tools I had, I congratulate myself with my tenacity to stand here, as I am, in a foreign land and still have all of my facilities, without any kind of falsehood. My conscience is 100% clear and transparent.
I've come to overstand that having regrets in my life only procrastinates and stunts my growth and know that I have to look at the regrets, learn from them and see them wholly as ultimate blessings in my lessons.
2010 has been a year of change and challenges:
Moving to another land where English is not the primary language; the first time since I have been working that I have been unemployed for such a long period of time (due to my total lack of understanding of the Dutch language; where my integrity as a step mother to my husband's children has been totally slandered - I will blog on this at a later date when I can articulate the words;being isolated away from my extremely small circle of friends and my two children (although they're grown!); where I have replaced the notion of 'religion'and replaced it with my ongoing and growing spirituality, hence, no more forced attendance of church through guilt.
I know that change is good. But challenges can set your journey but paradoxically,have kept me eternally on the tips of my toes. This has been good for me, but the frustration that I have felt is being unable to express myself in the way that people who know me, overstand where I am coming from.
When I got up this morning, I spoke to Spirit. I had an intimate conversation with Spirt as if I were talking to a close friend, spilling my innermost secrets. And it felt good. No boundaries. No sense of if I was doing it the 'wrong' way. I felt free and my conversation was limitless allowing me to remove the usual artifical way that I speak with Spirit. Anyway, I digress.
I got up and cleaned up and put on some gospel/inspiration music. I chose Marvin Sapp's cd 'Here I Am'. The lyrics spoke to my Spirit and my heart. I heard the lyrics clearly and embraced what they meant to me. Then I googled the lyrics and joy fulfilled my space.
Here are the lyrics and the video - Enjoy!
Here I Am - Marvin Sapp
Here I am, I’m still standing, here I am after all I’ve been through I’ve survived every toil and every snare I’m alive I’m am alive here I ohhh
There were times when I almost gave up and I’ve cried and said Lord it’s too much. El Shaddai , He was there all the time by his grace he is keeping me alive. By his (grace and mercy I’m still standing, standing.) I’m standing in the presence of the almighty with (power and a testimony ahhh) I standing here today with one thing to say (Lord I thank you, Thank you)
(Here I am, I’m still standing, here I am after all I’ve been through I’ve survived every toil and every snare I’m alive I’m alive here I am) (Repeat)
(Ah) All of the pain I had to go through it gave (power and a testimony) now (ah) I am standing here today with one thing to say (lord I thank you, thank you)
Here I am (its because of your mercy) Here I stand (its because of your grace) Here I am (its because of your goodness) and I thank you Lord (yes) Yes (yes) Repeat
All of the pain that I had to go through it gave power and a testimony now I am standing here today with one thing to say Lord I thank you, I thank you oh (ah) oh (I still standing, standing ) I’m still standing (ah) I been through my crisis, my trail and my test (I still standing) say yes (yes) yes (yes) yes (yes)yes (yes) the devil is defeated (yes) the devil is defeated (yes) yes (yes) yes (yes) through every tail (yes) through every test (yes) through every trouble (yes) I like that best (yes) I’ll say yes (yes)I ‘ll say yes (yes) yes (yes)
Here I am, I’m still standing, here I am after all I’ve been through I’ve survived every toil and every snare I’m alive I’m am alive here I am
/ˌkɒntəmˈpleɪʃən, -tɛm-/ Show Spelled[kon-tuhm-pley-shuhn, -tem-] Show IPA
–noun
1.
the act of contemplating; thoughtful observation.
2.
full or deep consideration; reflection: religious contemplation.
3.
purpose or intention.
4.
prospect or expectation.
Right now I am in a contemplative mood. I woke up this morning contemplating on what has happened for me throughout 2010. I always feel comtemplative around this time of year, and what I have concluded is that I have no regrets at all in my rollercoaster life. Looking at my background, my childhood and the lack of tools I had, I congratulate myself with my tenacity to stand here, as I am, in a foreign land and still have all of my facilities, without any kind of falsehood. My conscience is 100% clear and transparent.
I've come to overstand that having regrets in my life only procrastinates and stunts my growth and know that I have to look at the regrets, learn from them and see them wholly as ultimate blessings in my lessons.
2010 has been a year of change and challenges:
Moving to another land where English is not the primary language; the first time since I have been working that I have been unemployed for such a long period of time (due to my total lack of understanding of the Dutch language; where my integrity as a step mother to my husband's children has been totally slandered - I will blog on this at a later date when I can articulate the words;being isolated away from my extremely small circle of friends and my two children (although they're grown!); where I have replaced the notion of 'religion'and replaced it with my ongoing and growing spirituality, hence, no more forced attendance of church through guilt.
I know that change is good. But challenges can set your journey but paradoxically,have kept me eternally on the tips of my toes. This has been good for me, but the frustration that I have felt is being unable to express myself in the way that people who know me, overstand where I am coming from.
When I got up this morning, I spoke to Spirit. I had an intimate conversation with Spirt as if I were talking to a close friend, spilling my innermost secrets. And it felt good. No boundaries. No sense of if I was doing it the 'wrong' way. I felt free and my conversation was limitless allowing me to remove the usual artifical way that I speak with Spirit. Anyway, I digress.
I got up and cleaned up and put on some gospel/inspiration music. I chose Marvin Sapp's cd 'Here I Am'. The lyrics spoke to my Spirit and my heart. I heard the lyrics clearly and embraced what they meant to me. Then I googled the lyrics and joy fulfilled my space.
Here are the lyrics and the video - Enjoy!
Here I Am - Marvin Sapp
Here I am, I’m still standing, here I am after all I’ve been through I’ve survived every toil and every snare I’m alive I’m am alive here I ohhh
There were times when I almost gave up and I’ve cried and said Lord it’s too much. El Shaddai , He was there all the time by his grace he is keeping me alive. By his (grace and mercy I’m still standing, standing.) I’m standing in the presence of the almighty with (power and a testimony ahhh) I standing here today with one thing to say (Lord I thank you, Thank you)
(Here I am, I’m still standing, here I am after all I’ve been through I’ve survived every toil and every snare I’m alive I’m alive here I am) (Repeat)
(Ah) All of the pain I had to go through it gave (power and a testimony) now (ah) I am standing here today with one thing to say (lord I thank you, thank you)
Here I am (its because of your mercy) Here I stand (its because of your grace) Here I am (its because of your goodness) and I thank you Lord (yes) Yes (yes) Repeat
All of the pain that I had to go through it gave power and a testimony now I am standing here today with one thing to say Lord I thank you, I thank you oh (ah) oh (I still standing, standing ) I’m still standing (ah) I been through my crisis, my trail and my test (I still standing) say yes (yes) yes (yes) yes (yes)yes (yes) the devil is defeated (yes) the devil is defeated (yes) yes (yes) yes (yes) through every tail (yes) through every test (yes) through every trouble (yes) I like that best (yes) I’ll say yes (yes)I ‘ll say yes (yes) yes (yes)
Here I am, I’m still standing, here I am after all I’ve been through I’ve survived every toil and every snare I’m alive I’m am alive here I am
Tuesday 7 December 2010
The Kindness of Strangers
Today, I cried tears of sorrow and frustration. The realisation of being in an isolated position without any kind of financial independence has finally empowered me to learn a new language. This will enable me to be free of all the ties that are holding me down at the moment.
Earlier on, I was at a bus stop, tears running down my face, and this woman came up to me - somebody who I have never met before and probably will never meet again - she gave me this reassuring touch, telling me that it will be alright. Her English was halting, but she gave me a non verbal look in my eyes;her sense of sincerity rang out empathetically for me. She said I have been in your position. That is all she said. It is like she knew what I was currently going through. I tried to mop up my tears, but I was unsuccessful, as they kept on flowing down my face and into my sodden falling apart tissue - unabated.
I smiled at her as she got on her bus and whispered a 'thank you' to her. God Bless her soul. Sometimes, the kindness of strangers is more gratifying and sincere then from your own loved ones. They haven't got the luggage of friends or loved ones who know you and may judge you in your grief. Thank you again lady for letting me be myself.
The year 2011 is suddenly dawning down on my head. I will learn Dutch and become motivated and empowered in my uphill growth.
I posted Lauryn Hill's video with lyrics, because the song really states what I am feeling right now with my life.
It is an empowering and inspirational song and it gives me a sense of freedom every time I hear it.
.
Earlier on, I was at a bus stop, tears running down my face, and this woman came up to me - somebody who I have never met before and probably will never meet again - she gave me this reassuring touch, telling me that it will be alright. Her English was halting, but she gave me a non verbal look in my eyes;her sense of sincerity rang out empathetically for me. She said I have been in your position. That is all she said. It is like she knew what I was currently going through. I tried to mop up my tears, but I was unsuccessful, as they kept on flowing down my face and into my sodden falling apart tissue - unabated.
I smiled at her as she got on her bus and whispered a 'thank you' to her. God Bless her soul. Sometimes, the kindness of strangers is more gratifying and sincere then from your own loved ones. They haven't got the luggage of friends or loved ones who know you and may judge you in your grief. Thank you again lady for letting me be myself.
The year 2011 is suddenly dawning down on my head. I will learn Dutch and become motivated and empowered in my uphill growth.
I posted Lauryn Hill's video with lyrics, because the song really states what I am feeling right now with my life.
It is an empowering and inspirational song and it gives me a sense of freedom every time I hear it.
.
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