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Saturday, March 29, 2003

 
March 29, 2003: 10.48pm

A productive day...i planted 4 onions (with the help of esther and rachel), i planted 3 of the mystery bulbs, and i placed a parsnip top in a half inch of water in esther's tupperware.
I have watered, i have tended, i have loved...i am content.
I shall go and say goodnight to Petula, Basil, Paddy, and the littluns and then away to bed with a smile on my face.
night night xxx

 
March 29, 2003: 4.34pm

What will i do out in the big wide world?
I have been institutionalised...i will be like the old man in The Shawshank Redemption who hanged himself because he had been in prison all of his life and did not know how to live outside.
I will graduate in July and as i step outside blinking in the harsh lights of the big cities I will experience birth again, ripped out of the womb of the campus community, roughly handled by a cruel and unfeeling society and slapped on the butt by the big hand of reality.
As i cry out and take my first breath of air my Father holds my hands and supports me in my first wobbly steps.
There is a purpose, there is a plan...we are not alone.
Still i will miss Keele and all that is familiar



Wednesday, March 26, 2003

 





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