When I was about six years old, I heard this Dutch hymn sung at a new primary school. I was still very broken by the many things that had happened to me in the past and felt like one of those little flowers in that valley. I felt crushed, overawed and hopelessly tiny, but I didn’t know what to do about it all. There were a lot of nasty people in the world and even some of the children at school were unkind.
Read MoreI had toyed with the idea of standing on my own feet for years and do what I’d always wished to: Nursing! However, there was more to it when the time came, and this soon sank in. At 16, going on 17, I thought the world was my oyster, that I was invincible, even though I’d only been in New Zealand a couple of months and my English still needed attention.
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