If you are an American, today marks 244 years since the unilateral declaration of Independence.
If you’re a heart patient, however, today marks 29 years since the senseless murder of Dr Victor Chang, a man to whom Kerry Packer, Richard Carlton, Fiona Coote and numerous other people owe their lives.
Okay, Kerry Packer died from kidney failure, and he didn’t want another transplant, and Richard Carlton had a heart attack in 2006 at Beaconsfield, but Fiona Coote is still alive and is the youngest heart transplant patient.
I remember Tom Gleeson joking that anti-vaxxers caused him to die, which wasn’t particularly funny, as he had to cancel a trip to Singapore the day before he was murdered as the patient he was going to operate upon had the measles
. We do not know whether it was lack of vaccination that caused the measles.
What remains is that Victor Chang’s murder was senseless and a significant loss to Australia.
I remember, in 1993, arguing with someone at university who claimed that Victor Chang wasn’t Australian (read white), but some years later, the people spoke.
Victor Chang was named the most influential Australian person of the 20th Century.
Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that takes our breath away.- Anonymous
The magnetic needle always points to the North, and hence it is that the vessel does not lose its direction. So long as the heart of the man/woman is directed towards God, he/she cannot be lost in the ocean of worldliness.- Ramakrishna Paramahansa
When one door of happiness closes, another opens; but often we look so long at the closed door that we do not see the one which has been opened for us.- Helen Keller
Live as you were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever.- Mahatma Gandhi
When Nelson Mandela was studying law at the University, a white professor, whose last name was Peters, disliked him intensely.
One day, Mr. Peters was having lunch at the dining room when Mandela came along with his tray & sat next to the professor.
The professor said, “Mr Mandela, you do not understand, a pig & a bird do not sit together to eat”
Mandela looked at him as a parent would a rude child & calmly replied, “You do not worry professor. I’ll fly away,” & he went & sat at another table.
Mr. Peters, reddened with rage, decided to take revenge.
The next day in class he posed the following question: “Mr. Mandela, if you were walking down the street & found a package, & within was a bag of wisdom & another bag with money, which one would you take ?”
Without hesitating, Mandela responded, “The one with the money, of course.”
Mr. Peters , smiling sarcastically said, “I, in your place, would have taken the wisdom.”
Nelson Mandela shrugged & responded, “Each one takes what he doesn’t have.”
Mr. Peters, by this time was about to throw a fit, seething with fury. So great was his anger that he wrote on Nelson Mandela’s exam sheet the word “IDIOT” & gave it to the future struggle icon.
Mandela took the exam sheet & sat down at his desk trying very hard to remain calm while he contemplated his next move.
A few minutes later, Nelson Mandela got up, walked up to the professor & told him in a dignified polite tone,
“Mr. Peters, you signed your name on the sheet, but you forgot to give me my grade.”
Oh when I think of my long-suffering race, For weary centuries despised, oppressed, Enslaved and lynched, denied a human place In the great life line of the Christian West; And in the Black Land disinherited, Robbed in the ancient country of its birth, My heart grows sick with hate, becomes as lead, For this my race that has no home on earth. Then from the dark depths of my soul I cry To the avenging angel to consume The white man’s world of wonders utterly: Let it be swallowed up in earth’s vast womb, Or upward roll as sacrificial smoke To liberate my people from its yoke! ~
Sons of Australia, be loyal and true to her – Fling out the flag of the Southern Cross! Sing a loud song to be joyous and new to her – Fling out the flag of the Southern Cross! Stain’d with the blood of the diggers who died by it, Fling out the flag to the front, and abide by it – Fling out the flag of the Southern Cross!
See how the toadies of Austral throw dust o’er her – Fling out the flag of the Southern Cross! We who are holding her honour in trust for her – Fling out the flag of the Southern Cross! See how the yellow-men next to her lust for her, Sooner or later to battle we must for her – Fling out the flag of the Southern Cross.
Beg not of England the right to preserve ourselves, Fling out the flag of the Southern Cross, We are the servants best able to serve ourselves, Fling out the flag of the Southern Cross. What are our hearts for, and what are our hands for? What are we nourished in these southern lands for? Fling out the flag of the Southern Cross.
Shall we in fear of the Dragon or Bruin now Keep back the flag of the Southern Cross? Better to die on a field of red ruin now, Under the flag of the Southern Cross. Let us stand out like the gallant Eureka men – Give not our country the sorrow to seek her men – Fling out the flag of the Southern Cross!
See how the loyal are storing up shame for us Under the light of the Southern Cross. Never! Oh! never be coward a name for us – Fling out the flag of the Southern Cross! England’s red flag will bring hatred and worse to it, Murder and rapine hath brought a black curse to it; Fling out the flag of the Southern Cross!
Have we not breasts for the bullets of thunderers? Fling out the flag of the Southern Cross! Have we not steel for the bosoms of plunderers? Fling out the flag of the Southern Cross! Prove ourselves worthy the land we inherit now, Feed till it blazes the National spirit now! Fling out the flag of the Southern Cross!
Let us be bold, be it daylight or night for us – Fling out the flag of the Southern Cross! Let us be firm – with our God and our right for us, Under the flag of the Southern Cross! Austral is fair, and the idlers in strife for her Plunder her, sneer at her, suck the young life from her! Fling out the flag of the Southern Cross!
Fling out the flag to the front, and abide by it – Fling out the flag of the Southern Cross! Stand by the blood of the diggers who died by it – Fling out the flag of the Southern Cross! Fling out the flag to the front, and be brave for it. Liberty! Light! or a battle-field grave for it! Bonny bright flag of the Southern Cross!
Watch the warning signs Someone inside perhaps retreats within themselves Silence is seen as escapism when in fact what happens inside a living being is our message from our gut really is the bodies way of reacting to lack of water, nourishment, surviving drought or famine inside all living matter fighting for survival. The role then is sent to the brainwaves simply GIVE UP.
WE ARE ALL FRAGILE NO ONE IS INVINCIBLE
Or maybe a sensitive Soul is mentally tired.
Mental illness has naught to do with giving up is a dangerous precursor to SUICIDE.
Animals, Humans, plants give up too. Why?
This Earth is Fragile we to are fragile
Every living being has this point called Fragility
We never know, what lays behind those eyes until the day we turn around to find another life LOST
Fragile– life is everyone’s responsibility.
Promises made at the moment, that are forfeited by the way perhaps unintended Promise’s never kept could destroy a life Scared, disappointed, anger, loss of dignity, loss of trust, loss of love, all are a precursor to an already FRAGILE Soul.
Thought for the day “When you make a promise — that is your word” You are only respected by your “Word”of promise you have made. Another Gentleman may say you are as good as your Word!
Here at Dazzle the team intends to look at Broken Soul – SUICIDE — a subject we will all deal with around our lives with family, friends also with strangers who are FRAGILE.
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