As an aspirant journalist, I looked up to guys like Can Themba and Joe Thloloe. I thought it was because they defied the evils of apartheid. But really, it’s because they lived their best life. They wrote what they liked. That’s write. I loved their stories. They mesmerised me. Transported me to another world.
That’s what I want to be able to do. Write. In fact, this is precisely what I am doing. I am writing and loving every minute of it. When I was younger, I was inspired by the words “If you do what you love, you will never work a day in your life”. I live those words. Lived them even then.
I am so good with people that I was awarded a foreign trip in my first year as a news reporter. I got to go on the Jewish March of the Living to commemorate the Holocaust. It was a very dark time. Very traumatising to my soul. There was an elderly lady I befriended before the trip.
She was going on the March for the first time with her teenage granddaughter. At one memorial site, they erected stones to represent the people who died there. It was an icy cold day in Poland. I will never forget it. And I saw the elderly lady there crying.
She was really wailing. Thinking about all the people she had lost in the holocaust. All the lives snuffed out too soon. And a sudden realisation dawned on me. I stood next to her and held her hand while she sobbed. And then I said “Look between the cobbled stones! Look at those flowers! Look at life”
Much later she came to me to say that my words had changed her life. Her perspective shifted. She found peace, finally. This is my proudest achievement. And I didn’t even do anything of great significance. But I changed one life. And that is ultimately what we each strive to do.
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I remember that time,and your recounting your experience on you first solo visit away from home. So glad you made a difference to someone. Really proud of you.🤗🤗❤
Thank you for your review 🙂 love you momma!