To All who reads my blog,
I go to great effort to ensure you are updated with the goings on in my life and not one of you can be bothered to write me a little comment, i don't think its to much to ask, anyone can do it all it takes is a little click a few choice words and then you are done.....
Rant over
Mucho Love
Kat
Monday 26 May 2008
Thursday 22 May 2008
A break from my norm
I am normally the person who deletes all of the forwarded rubbish that people send to me. i sometimes read them but rarely forward them on.
I got sent this email and i started crying uncontrolably in my office, even editing it to go on my blog it made me cry, because of this i thought i would share the story with you all, it is a little long but it is amazing.
You will need tissues if you have a heart.
At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves children with learningdisabilities, the father of one of the students delivered a speech thatwould never be forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the schooland itsdedicated staff, he offered a question:”When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does,is done with perfection.”Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other children do.He cannot understand things as other children do. Where is the natural order of things in my son?"The audience was stilled by the query.The father continued. "I believe that when a child like Shay, who wasmentally and physically disabled comes into the world, an opportunity torealize true human nature presents itself, and it comes in the way otherpeople treat that child."Then he told the following story:Shay and I had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were playingbaseball.
Shay asked, "Do you think they'll let me play?"
I knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on theirteam, but as a father I also understood that if my son were allowed toplay, it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and someconfidence to be accepted by others in spite of his handicaps.I approached one of the boys on the field and asked (not expecting much)if Shay could play.The boy looked around for guidance and said, "We're losing by six runs andthe game is in the eighth inning.I guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him in to bat in theninth inning."Shay struggled over to the team's bench and, with a broad smile, put on ateam shirt. I watched with a small tear in my eye and warmth in my heart. The boys saw my joy at my son being accepted.In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but wasstill behind by three.In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and played in theright field. Even though no hits came his way, he was obviously ecstaticjust to be in the game and on the field, grinning from ear to ear as Iwaved to him from the stands. In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay's team scored again.Now, with two outs and the bases loaded, the potential winning run was onbase and Shay was scheduled to be next at bat.At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to winthe game?Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone knew that a hit was all butimpossible because Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly,much less connect with the ball.However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher, recognizing that the other team was putting winningaside for this moment in Shay's life, moved in a few steps to lob the ballin softly so Shay could at least make contact.The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed.The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towardsShay.As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ballright back to the pitcher.The game would now be over.The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could have easily thrown theball to the first baseman.Shay would have been out and that would have been the end of the game.Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the first baseman's head,out of reach of all team mates.Everyone from the stands and both teams started yelling, "Shay, run to first! Run to first!"Never in his life had Shay ever run that far, but he made it to first base.He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and startled.
Everyone yelled, "Run to second, run to second!"Catching his breath, Shay awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming andstruggling to make it to the base.By the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had theball ... the smallest guy on their team who now had his first chance to bethe hero for his team.He could have thrown the ball to the second-baseman for the tag, but heunderstood the pitcher's intentions so he, too, intentionally threw theball high and far over the third-baseman's head.Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him circledthe bases toward home.All were screaming, "Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay"Shay reached third base because the opposing shortstop ran to help him byturning him in the direction of third base, and shouted, "Run to third! Shay, run to third!"As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams, and the spectators, were on their feet screaming, "Shay, run home! Run home!"Shay ran to home, stepped on the plate, and was cheered as the hero whohit the grand slam and won the game for his team"That day", said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face,"the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanityinto this world".Shay didn't make it to another summer. He died that winter, having neverforgotten being the hero and making me so happy, and coming home andseeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day!
Love to all
Kat
I got sent this email and i started crying uncontrolably in my office, even editing it to go on my blog it made me cry, because of this i thought i would share the story with you all, it is a little long but it is amazing.
You will need tissues if you have a heart.
At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves children with learningdisabilities, the father of one of the students delivered a speech thatwould never be forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the schooland itsdedicated staff, he offered a question:”When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does,is done with perfection.”Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other children do.He cannot understand things as other children do. Where is the natural order of things in my son?"The audience was stilled by the query.The father continued. "I believe that when a child like Shay, who wasmentally and physically disabled comes into the world, an opportunity torealize true human nature presents itself, and it comes in the way otherpeople treat that child."Then he told the following story:Shay and I had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were playingbaseball.
Shay asked, "Do you think they'll let me play?"
I knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on theirteam, but as a father I also understood that if my son were allowed toplay, it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and someconfidence to be accepted by others in spite of his handicaps.I approached one of the boys on the field and asked (not expecting much)if Shay could play.The boy looked around for guidance and said, "We're losing by six runs andthe game is in the eighth inning.I guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him in to bat in theninth inning."Shay struggled over to the team's bench and, with a broad smile, put on ateam shirt. I watched with a small tear in my eye and warmth in my heart. The boys saw my joy at my son being accepted.In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but wasstill behind by three.In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and played in theright field. Even though no hits came his way, he was obviously ecstaticjust to be in the game and on the field, grinning from ear to ear as Iwaved to him from the stands. In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay's team scored again.Now, with two outs and the bases loaded, the potential winning run was onbase and Shay was scheduled to be next at bat.At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to winthe game?Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone knew that a hit was all butimpossible because Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly,much less connect with the ball.However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher, recognizing that the other team was putting winningaside for this moment in Shay's life, moved in a few steps to lob the ballin softly so Shay could at least make contact.The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed.The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towardsShay.As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ballright back to the pitcher.The game would now be over.The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could have easily thrown theball to the first baseman.Shay would have been out and that would have been the end of the game.Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the first baseman's head,out of reach of all team mates.Everyone from the stands and both teams started yelling, "Shay, run to first! Run to first!"Never in his life had Shay ever run that far, but he made it to first base.He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and startled.
Everyone yelled, "Run to second, run to second!"Catching his breath, Shay awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming andstruggling to make it to the base.By the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had theball ... the smallest guy on their team who now had his first chance to bethe hero for his team.He could have thrown the ball to the second-baseman for the tag, but heunderstood the pitcher's intentions so he, too, intentionally threw theball high and far over the third-baseman's head.Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him circledthe bases toward home.All were screaming, "Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay"Shay reached third base because the opposing shortstop ran to help him byturning him in the direction of third base, and shouted, "Run to third! Shay, run to third!"As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams, and the spectators, were on their feet screaming, "Shay, run home! Run home!"Shay ran to home, stepped on the plate, and was cheered as the hero whohit the grand slam and won the game for his team"That day", said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face,"the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanityinto this world".Shay didn't make it to another summer. He died that winter, having neverforgotten being the hero and making me so happy, and coming home andseeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day!
Love to all
Kat
Wednesday 21 May 2008
Good Friends
WARNING! Soppy Sentimental Gobbledygook WARNING!
OK so I have been feeling a bit deep and thoughtful of late so I though I would share a bit of it with you, that and I want to shout out about an amazing person that I am proud to call one of my good friends. Camille you are amazing I cannot thank you enough for what you have done this post is inspired by you. (I know you will take the piss for this but I have to share)
It is said that you cannot judge someone purely by the actions that they take in life but by the people that they choose to have around them. I heard a really bad birthday speech not so long ago it was a crazy Dutch man (I’m not sure if he was actually crazy but that accent makes me believe that they all are) giving the speech about his wife, it was all very boring and long except one small snippet he said, “show me your friends and I will tell you who you are” this completely took me and as some of you know I am very good at over analysing things so this needed some serious thinking.
All through the course of our lives we meet people all of which has an interesting story of how we met them, O I was with so and so and then our dog ran into so and so and then we became friends blah blah blah or we were at so and so house for a fancy dress party and I could have sworn that I knew Dracula from someplace and then we got talking and then we realised that we knew each others brothers uncles step goldfish and then we sat for hours talking about old family reunions and then we became good friends blah blah blah or .... Well I think you get the idea, any way where was I, so we meet people, yea.
What ever you believe in whether it is destiny or the supernatural or some underlying cosmic current (or crazy Indian men) people come into our lives for a reason, some people stay for such a short time while others are around for a while and then if you are lucky there are some that stay with you forever. Each one of these people are just as important as the other, they are all in our lives for a purpose, and they have all come into our lives at a time when we need them, whether we know it or not.
I am sure you have all done this at a time of sadness or despair but I want you all to look at your lives but most importantly I want you to look at the people you had around you at those times, True friends are a rarity and should be cherished but also they should be thanked, friendship has an amazing strength it can bridge any gap and heal any hurt, this post is my way of saying thank you to all of my friends you may not know it and there are probably times when I did not know it but you have all changed the person I am some will never read this blog but for those of you who do thank you,
There is one thing that has the power to break not only you but any friendship that you may forge and that is the lack of forgiveness, people do and say things that ultimately hurt us promises get broken and bridges get burned but if we cannot forgive these people then we fail to see the reason they were in our lives, friends do come and go but it is the time in the middle that is important not the reason they have left, they have left because either you or them have served there purpose and they are one of those friends that is just meant to be around for a short time.
Now I have spread the wisdom I am going back to the top of my mountain where I will grow a beard and if any of you want some more wisdom you have to come and find me
Mucho love to every single one of you
The wise roaming Kat aka troubled forehead
OK so I have been feeling a bit deep and thoughtful of late so I though I would share a bit of it with you, that and I want to shout out about an amazing person that I am proud to call one of my good friends. Camille you are amazing I cannot thank you enough for what you have done this post is inspired by you. (I know you will take the piss for this but I have to share)
It is said that you cannot judge someone purely by the actions that they take in life but by the people that they choose to have around them. I heard a really bad birthday speech not so long ago it was a crazy Dutch man (I’m not sure if he was actually crazy but that accent makes me believe that they all are) giving the speech about his wife, it was all very boring and long except one small snippet he said, “show me your friends and I will tell you who you are” this completely took me and as some of you know I am very good at over analysing things so this needed some serious thinking.
All through the course of our lives we meet people all of which has an interesting story of how we met them, O I was with so and so and then our dog ran into so and so and then we became friends blah blah blah or we were at so and so house for a fancy dress party and I could have sworn that I knew Dracula from someplace and then we got talking and then we realised that we knew each others brothers uncles step goldfish and then we sat for hours talking about old family reunions and then we became good friends blah blah blah or .... Well I think you get the idea, any way where was I, so we meet people, yea.
What ever you believe in whether it is destiny or the supernatural or some underlying cosmic current (or crazy Indian men) people come into our lives for a reason, some people stay for such a short time while others are around for a while and then if you are lucky there are some that stay with you forever. Each one of these people are just as important as the other, they are all in our lives for a purpose, and they have all come into our lives at a time when we need them, whether we know it or not.
I am sure you have all done this at a time of sadness or despair but I want you all to look at your lives but most importantly I want you to look at the people you had around you at those times, True friends are a rarity and should be cherished but also they should be thanked, friendship has an amazing strength it can bridge any gap and heal any hurt, this post is my way of saying thank you to all of my friends you may not know it and there are probably times when I did not know it but you have all changed the person I am some will never read this blog but for those of you who do thank you,
There is one thing that has the power to break not only you but any friendship that you may forge and that is the lack of forgiveness, people do and say things that ultimately hurt us promises get broken and bridges get burned but if we cannot forgive these people then we fail to see the reason they were in our lives, friends do come and go but it is the time in the middle that is important not the reason they have left, they have left because either you or them have served there purpose and they are one of those friends that is just meant to be around for a short time.
Now I have spread the wisdom I am going back to the top of my mountain where I will grow a beard and if any of you want some more wisdom you have to come and find me
Mucho love to every single one of you
The wise roaming Kat aka troubled forehead
Monday 19 May 2008
Bad Karma and the Crazy Indian.
For reasons unknown to me I have recently offended the person or thing that decides your Karma status.
I have seriously bad Karma.
This is a list of the things that have gone wrong under my ever so watchful eye and they all happen in the space of a few weeks
1 - All 4 showers in the Fish Hoek Volunteer house have broken
2 - 2 toasters have broken
3 - 1 toilet has broken
4 - 3 light switches have broken
5 - Got flu
6 - My only bank card with Money in got chowed by the ATM (on a Sunday)
7 - My Laptop battery dies halfway through writing this
8 A exceptionally large Spider falls from the ceiling in my bathroom into the nice bubble bath I was having, it gave me such a fright that I dropped my book which quickly sunk to the bottom 9 and then I slipped on the floor and fell flat on my arse.
9 - I nearly blow up my entire house with a dodgy plug adapter.
10 - I wake up 2 Mondays in a row to the sound of the garbage men driving past, and then quickly realising my bin is neatly tucked away in my garden.
11 - I try and wax my own eyebrows with the “mini” wax strips you get in the pharmacy, well let me tell you there is nothing “mini” about them, in the process of trying to remove my mono brow I nearly remove both eyebrows entirely and all of my eye lashes.
12 - I get my laundry done at a very nice laundrette, they found R100 in my jeans pocket which they ever so nicely kept for me, this is a good thing I hear you say, yes that was ever so nice but they also found my ipod which they kept!! (sorry Gary)
13 - I contract a very unhealthy addiction to McDonald’s chicken Nuggets!
14 -the same R100 that I get given by the not so nice laundrette ladies I put in my back pocket to buy myself a lovely dinner, in the distance from the laundrette to the Spar store I fail to realise that the very expensive fashionable jeans I am wearing have a very fashionable hole in the very same fashionable pocket that I have stored the R100 in so I get to the till with my pint of milk and sausages to pay and realise that the R100 is nowhere to be found so I have to sheepishly return my dinner to the shelves and walk out of the shop wondering what is edible in my fridge. (later to realise that there is nothing)
So there is my list of ever so irritating incidents, and I am sure you will all agree that I have really bad Karma, please someone tell me what I have to do to reverse this curse!!
O yea I am sure you are all wondering what a crazy Indian has to do with any of this well here the story begins
So on a surprisingly sunny Thursday afternoon, after my weekly session with my therapist (bad Karma can drive you to anything) I am sitting on the curb by my very dirty car enjoying a can of Soda, a small group of Indian men walk past me I take little notice until the oldest member stops dead in his tracks, the others don’t seem to notice and carry on walking. The one man who stopped swiftly turns around and starts staring at me, he is about 50m away from me but even across that distance I can feel his eyes burning into me, I start to feel exceptionally uncomfortable and have no idea where to look, so I kind of stare back with this rabbit in headlights fear in my eyes, he raises his finger in the air like someone who has just remembered something or has had a fantastic revelation, he then starts walking towards me, I nervously gulp and start to perspire (ladies don’t sweat) he walks straight up to me and stops, looking down at me he points to his forehead and then at mine, I don’t know what to say to him so I say hi with a very croaky nervous voice, he then starts reading my fortune, yea I know weird, he tells me that I have many hard decisions ahead of me and that this year has been very difficult so far, November I will get some good news, he does not know what news I will get but it will be very good and it will make everything seem worth while, he says I am an amazingly helpful and kind (Kerry stop laughing) person and all my life I have helped others but yet no one has really helped me! He pointed to my forehead again and said that he walked past me but felt a pulling towards me he then read my forehead and it looked very troubled, he told me to keep pursuing my dreams and never give up anything for others.
It was at this point that I expected him to give me a massive bill and ask me for all of my money, but no he turned and then walked off!! Leaving me in total shock. I start looking around to see if I had actually fallen and banged my head or just to see if anyone else had witnessed the incident but everyone was just walking by paying me not a slightest bit of attention. I then got in my car and had no idea what to do I couldn’t even find my keys I just sat there totally weirded out, I found my phone and phoned my friend Kerry I had to tell someone, all she could really say was “ I bet that freaked you out” cheers friend.
So for those of you in Fish Hoek watch out there is a crazy Indian man reading your foreheads,
I thought my forehead looked relatively trouble free..... Obviously not!
Much Love
The Roaming Kat with bad Karma and a troubled Forehead.
Health Warning
This is a very short post just to give you some warning, when you get that urge to sit down and read about what Kat is up to, please do go and make yourself a nice cup of tea as I have realised when I do eventual get round to writing a blog they always seem to be very long, so in your best interest I advise you to get yourself comfortable with a cuppa so that you don’t get thirsty when reading my ever so long blogs.
Much Love
Kat
Much Love
Kat
The Roaming Kat returns to English Soil.
Well I am sure you can all figure out what the title means, it has been a long hard decision but I have decided to resign and return to sunny England, I know it’s a bit of a shock J but there are many reasons for this decision, firstly I have decided to take a massive step into the unknown and I am to start setting up my own Charity with my friend Kate, the details of this charity are very long winded so I will not subject you all with them now, I will save that for another time, also since my last trip to good ole blighty I have realised that I miss so many more things than I would let myself believe I did, my friends and my family being top of this list, My (not so little) nephew is a massive ‘miss factor’ (a new saying I am introducing to the English language) he is nearly 2 years old and I have only seen about 4 months of his life. I have handed in an extended notice period so I will not be returning until the beginning of September, but I am already counting down the days.
Of course there are many things in SA that I will miss, my small circle of friends who have so quickly become my SA family, I will miss you all. Of course the weather and this beautiful country and the people that live in it will also be missed.
So to you all in England please make a note that Kat is returning and I expect a massive Party as I know that you have all missed me, and to all of you in SA make a note of the devastating day when I will be departing I also expect a massive leaving party, Kerry I know you wont let me down.
Go on all of you go and get a pen and your diary and write this down you do not want to miss this important event.
I will leave this blog there
Much Love to all
The Roaming Kat
Of course there are many things in SA that I will miss, my small circle of friends who have so quickly become my SA family, I will miss you all. Of course the weather and this beautiful country and the people that live in it will also be missed.
So to you all in England please make a note that Kat is returning and I expect a massive Party as I know that you have all missed me, and to all of you in SA make a note of the devastating day when I will be departing I also expect a massive leaving party, Kerry I know you wont let me down.
Go on all of you go and get a pen and your diary and write this down you do not want to miss this important event.
I will leave this blog there
Much Love to all
The Roaming Kat
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