For Freedom

When I was a youth worker, I was often confronted by older people with complaints about my young people.
I always disagreed. Young people are awesome. They have dreams. They believe they can change the world. They often do.
Older people however, have always freaked me out. They seem too smooth. Smooth is never good. Unless you are a life insurance salesman... which is also not good. So never!...

I have private medical aid. My children go to a government school which is not free.
I live a good life. I live a comfortable life.
I am mid 30ies so my life resolves around planning my future, starting new projects, sustaining old ones, raising the two most wonderful kids... I live a busy life....

I am slightly 'beneuk' - read overly scared - of getting cancer.
When I found out that I had three new brown spots on my back I got seriously worried. I tried to make light of it, but my mind kept thinking the worst.
My mind is my most powerful muscle. Unfortunately it's not been trained very well....

It happens to some of us. We will deny it in public, but we know deep down that it's true.
You have the naughtiest child in the class. You made it. You put it in the class. And now you have to carry the consequences of those foolish acts.
You'd expect people to understand your hardship. You want people to show you some mercy. They surely know it's not your fault. You are wrong. People like to judge. They will not let you off the hook lightly. Their accusing glances will haunt you wherever...