I fractured my right baby finger in a silly little accident five weeks ago in Zimbabwe. I was told it was a small fracture and had the finger put in a splint. I was told in a months’ time to go to my Dr here in Joburg, take more x rays and have occupational therapy and hey presto I would be fine.
Why do we all hide behind masks today? Not behind the physical ones but the emotional ones. They might as well be real as they achieve the same purpose: hiding the wearer’s true identity. Is it because we are afraid of rejection if others see who we really are? Why are we so preoccupied with other people’s opinions?
I stood on the top of what felt like the highest tree in the forest in Drakensberg, posed to jump off, and fly my way through the air on the zip line. “Why on earth did I agree to do this?” I asked myself? My daughter stood behind me and after her was my “surrogate” daughter and ex mentee.