Thursday, May 29, 2008
Life
I wanted a perfect ending. Now I've learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change. Taking the moment and making the best of it without knowing what is going to happen next.
Gilder Radner
I wanted a perfect ending. Now I've learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change. Taking the moment and making the best of it without knowing what is going to happen next.
Gilder Radner
Poem
Tough Stuff
Ever watched someone step on a butterfly's wing
Or have someone take one your things
Thought you saw the truth in someone's eyes
Then you found out later that it was just all a lie
Ever had someone changed from friend to foe
As the world around you is stuck on "go"
You want to keep on dreaming a wonderful
dream
To realize later that it's not what it seems
You wanted to run, but found you can't hide
In a room where there's no one there by
your side
I've been where you've been …
I've seen what you've seen
So my word of advice- for your life please
take care
What you have now might not always be there.
Katelyn Krieger
Ever watched someone step on a butterfly's wing
Or have someone take one your things
Thought you saw the truth in someone's eyes
Then you found out later that it was just all a lie
Ever had someone changed from friend to foe
As the world around you is stuck on "go"
You want to keep on dreaming a wonderful
dream
To realize later that it's not what it seems
You wanted to run, but found you can't hide
In a room where there's no one there by
your side
I've been where you've been …
I've seen what you've seen
So my word of advice- for your life please
take care
What you have now might not always be there.
Katelyn Krieger
Poem
I've got the power
Life is short
Don't ever waste it.
Life is sweet
Take time to taste it
Life is a journey
Find the right path.
Life is entertaining
Don't be afraid to laugh.
Life is for good times
Make them last.
Life has its bad times
Put them in the past.
Life is a chance
Make sure you take it.
But most importantly
Life is what you make it.
Kelsey Lyn Carone
Life is short
Don't ever waste it.
Life is sweet
Take time to taste it
Life is a journey
Find the right path.
Life is entertaining
Don't be afraid to laugh.
Life is for good times
Make them last.
Life has its bad times
Put them in the past.
Life is a chance
Make sure you take it.
But most importantly
Life is what you make it.
Kelsey Lyn Carone
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
THE KID WHO CAN’T EAT:
This is story of a teenager by the name of Chantelle Jones. She lives in a small town called Welkom which is situated in the Free State Province. Chantelle was two years old when her parents realised that something was wrong with her.
Chantelle cannot eat food that teenagers normally enjoy eating such as a plate of chips or a pizza. One bite could kill her. When Chantelle was two years old she was taken to a Welkom hospital where she suddenly threw up. The child specialist doctor (paediatrician) suspected there was an obstruction somewhere but he could not be sure. She was transferred to a hospital in Bloemfontein where another specialist found her colon (the lower and greater part of the large intestine) had not developed properly. She could not digest any food that she ate. The only “food” that Chantelle can live on everyday is four glasses of a substance that looks like curdled milk.
Chantelle was discharged from hospital and she was able to grow up as any other child because her small intestine took over the faulty colon. When she turned nine she became very ill. Her stomach swelled up and she vomited and suffered incredible pain. Due to the defective colon and small intestine that she was born with, she had to wear a colostomy bag – and artificial organ for her defective colon and small intestine. She could not play sport because she was shamed to change in front of her friends and sometimes other learners teased her mercilessly.
No one knows if Chantelle will have to take the substitute for the rest of her life. If so, it will cost her more than R5 million just to feed herself.
In the meantime she just adds red jelly to make is taste better…..
Chantelle has pinned her hopes on a Cape Town specialist. He will surgically try to improve the functioning of her small intestine. However, there has never been a successful colon transplant.
Like her friends, Chantelle dreams about what she will do when she grows up. “I want to help other people”, she says. But she will always long for the day when she can eat a plate of chips again and a pizza.
This is story of a teenager by the name of Chantelle Jones. She lives in a small town called Welkom which is situated in the Free State Province. Chantelle was two years old when her parents realised that something was wrong with her.
Chantelle cannot eat food that teenagers normally enjoy eating such as a plate of chips or a pizza. One bite could kill her. When Chantelle was two years old she was taken to a Welkom hospital where she suddenly threw up. The child specialist doctor (paediatrician) suspected there was an obstruction somewhere but he could not be sure. She was transferred to a hospital in Bloemfontein where another specialist found her colon (the lower and greater part of the large intestine) had not developed properly. She could not digest any food that she ate. The only “food” that Chantelle can live on everyday is four glasses of a substance that looks like curdled milk.
Chantelle was discharged from hospital and she was able to grow up as any other child because her small intestine took over the faulty colon. When she turned nine she became very ill. Her stomach swelled up and she vomited and suffered incredible pain. Due to the defective colon and small intestine that she was born with, she had to wear a colostomy bag – and artificial organ for her defective colon and small intestine. She could not play sport because she was shamed to change in front of her friends and sometimes other learners teased her mercilessly.
No one knows if Chantelle will have to take the substitute for the rest of her life. If so, it will cost her more than R5 million just to feed herself.
In the meantime she just adds red jelly to make is taste better…..
Chantelle has pinned her hopes on a Cape Town specialist. He will surgically try to improve the functioning of her small intestine. However, there has never been a successful colon transplant.
Like her friends, Chantelle dreams about what she will do when she grows up. “I want to help other people”, she says. But she will always long for the day when she can eat a plate of chips again and a pizza.
Speech...
Elegy written in a country churchyard
Full many a gem of purest ray serene
The dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear,
Full many a flower is born to blush unseen
And waste its sweetness on the desert air.
The quoted lines clear outline the dire consequences of poverty. Poverty is a world-wide phenomenon and has been in existence since the advent of communities and societies. It is an unfortunate thought, but poverty will remain with us as long as humans exist.
The greatest tragedy of poverty is that it perpetuates itself – often called the poverty cycle. A very small percentage break through this cycle and achieve the material pleasures of life. For the greater majority, however, conditions of poverty will continue from generation to generation.
Poverty can deprive not only an individual, but it can also deprive a community and the world at large with the untapped talent of a president, leader, scientist, discoverer, peacemaker or any other similar personality. If we take, for example, the presidents of the United States of America; they all came from "prominent" families who had financial and other forms of status. They may not necessarily have had the intellect or personality to serve as leaders who could strive towards peace in the world. Current president George Bush is a case in point. From amidst the poverty-stricken families of the United States of America there may have been an individual who possessed the intellect and personality to steer the world towards a solution to solve some of the world's problems. The poverty situation of this individual could have been the stumbling block for his/her advancement.
The burning question now is: how do fellow humans contribute towards the poverty situations of individuals and communities? Recent economic reports indicate that the gape between the rich and poor is widening. The rich contribute to the poverty situation of the poor by paying them wages and salaries that barely meet their needs. The leads to the poor not being given the opportunity to break out of the mould of poverty. They are so busy trying to eek out a living from their meager incomes that they cannot expose the talents they possess. Their talents are like gems hidden on the deep ocean floor- never to be discovered. Even the charities that the rich give and which they make an issue of, is not enough to alleviate the plight of the poor and downtrodden.
The only chance that the poor have is the life they are given by Almighty Allah. If this life had to be in the hands of the rich then the poor would stand no chance of living. An anonymous poet once wisely wrote the following poem:
Life is a thing that runs on wheels
Death is a thing that everyone feels
If life were a thing that money could buy
Then the rich would live and the poor would die
But God in His wisdom made it so
That the rich and the poor together must go!
Full many a gem of purest ray serene
The dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear,
Full many a flower is born to blush unseen
And waste its sweetness on the desert air.
The quoted lines clear outline the dire consequences of poverty. Poverty is a world-wide phenomenon and has been in existence since the advent of communities and societies. It is an unfortunate thought, but poverty will remain with us as long as humans exist.
The greatest tragedy of poverty is that it perpetuates itself – often called the poverty cycle. A very small percentage break through this cycle and achieve the material pleasures of life. For the greater majority, however, conditions of poverty will continue from generation to generation.
Poverty can deprive not only an individual, but it can also deprive a community and the world at large with the untapped talent of a president, leader, scientist, discoverer, peacemaker or any other similar personality. If we take, for example, the presidents of the United States of America; they all came from "prominent" families who had financial and other forms of status. They may not necessarily have had the intellect or personality to serve as leaders who could strive towards peace in the world. Current president George Bush is a case in point. From amidst the poverty-stricken families of the United States of America there may have been an individual who possessed the intellect and personality to steer the world towards a solution to solve some of the world's problems. The poverty situation of this individual could have been the stumbling block for his/her advancement.
The burning question now is: how do fellow humans contribute towards the poverty situations of individuals and communities? Recent economic reports indicate that the gape between the rich and poor is widening. The rich contribute to the poverty situation of the poor by paying them wages and salaries that barely meet their needs. The leads to the poor not being given the opportunity to break out of the mould of poverty. They are so busy trying to eek out a living from their meager incomes that they cannot expose the talents they possess. Their talents are like gems hidden on the deep ocean floor- never to be discovered. Even the charities that the rich give and which they make an issue of, is not enough to alleviate the plight of the poor and downtrodden.
The only chance that the poor have is the life they are given by Almighty Allah. If this life had to be in the hands of the rich then the poor would stand no chance of living. An anonymous poet once wisely wrote the following poem:
Life is a thing that runs on wheels
Death is a thing that everyone feels
If life were a thing that money could buy
Then the rich would live and the poor would die
But God in His wisdom made it so
That the rich and the poor together must go!
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