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Two Ends of the Train Carriage

I’m sitting in the middle of the first carriage on the train from Central to Newcastle. It’s 8.30 am and every twin seat is occupied by at least one person. At the first stop a lady gets on and politely asks the gentleman sitting in the three person seat at the rear end of the carriage...

Meeting the Spirit Caster

The realm of spirits is not one I have had much to do with, but last night I heard a story that sounds like it came straight off the pages of the New Testament. I am in the far north of Cambodia visiting some community development projects. We have been transported by tractor along a dusty dirt...

I Hate Tee’s with a Message

I hate wearing T-shirts with messaging all over them, even more so when the messaging is nothing more than branding. But I write this post wearing a T that features an image of Martin Luther King and his comment that “injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere.” To purchase...

The Boy in the Photograph

I wonder what he was feeling, the boy staring at me from the black and white photograph. He must be about twelve years old. The number ‘1’ is pinned to his shirt, signalling he was the first to be processed on the day he was brought to the prison. Did he have any inkling about what lay ahead? It...

You Are Not Special

High School graduation speeches are supposed to be inspirational. Last year Wellesley High School English teacher David McCullough, Jr, took a different tack.  He  told the students [quote]You are not special.  You are not exceptional. Contrary to what your u9 soccer trophy suggests, your glowing...

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