Sunday, March 24, 2019
A second gut wrenching week.
How many boys have been potentially interfered with, when you discover that one boy has been interfered with?
Further news from my High School is that potentially 500 boys have been inappropriately dealt with. My graduating class was 104.
It is a a sudden heartache to learn that my classmates, I was not aware, or did not see, acts being performed.
I am searching within myself for the answer to "did I let them down?"
Saturday, March 16, 2019
It has been, a gut wrenching week for me.
First, news arrived from home of the jailing of the most influential teacher in my life. Father Michael Endicott was jailed this week for historical offenses against children while he was teaching at Villanova College, Brisbane, during the late 1970's and the 1980's.
The only victim to be named alleges that the priest took photographs of him after swimming training. The victim, beat me out of a place on the swimming team when we were competing against each other.
Elsewhere, I write that the priest had brought thousands of boys from Darkness To Light, myself included. I cannot imagine the mindset for these matters.
The second, comes from across New Zealand, where a gunman opened fire on a mosque killing 50 people. Terrorism, is not based on skin color or religion, but the acts upon which it is performed. There is no difference between the New Zealand incident, and the shooting of school children. There is no place in the world for terrorism.
The second incident is disturbing as I was scheduled to complete my Terrorism training last November, when i was involved in a motor vehicle accident the day prior to the training. Had I completed that training, I may not be sitting here waiting out another year to cycle through to complete the studies, which, would have opened up access to a line, or what I call, the W2 employment.
Between those two events and the demons that live in my sleep, you would be surprised how little writitng has been done.
However, there has been a revision of a major work, where one of my characters was based upon the most influential teacher of my life.
Saturday, March 2, 2019
It finally happened.
I was told to go back to my own country.
As a child I remember my grandfather, in particular, referring to the people from South East Asia as "new Australians". These were the same people that I rode the bus to school, played football, and lived in the military village with.
I never understood the opposition to them.
I never heard my father in law, who saw hand to hand combat in Viet Nam, speak harshly of them.
While making a delivery at a San Diego Hotel I was approached by the valet - who in hindsight, was policing the public street in front of his hotel. After being told to step away he uttered the phrase "Why don't you go back to your country."
Inside, immediately, neither of the two staff of the hotel on duty were able to assist, referring me to the Hotel Manager. An email within 90 minutes outlining the incident came back with an "out of office" and I would have to wait till Monday.
The manager eventually responded, touting the multicultural element of the hotel and their supposed extensive training, but failed to address my complaint. I asked her to review and get back to me.
A week has passed and not a peep from her. It's as though, the incident never occurred.
And further on we go.
Saturday, February 16, 2019
Another Saturday night at home.
My eye is sore. My foot is bleeding from a fall. My glasses are bent.
Life is (almost) good.
These are the challenges that age brings to writers.
Some people learn the first time. Others, need to loose everything two...maybe three times, to get the message.
Saturday, February 9, 2019
In the world of healing, the eye issue I commenced the year with is progressing, slowly.
In other news, Google and their Google Plus platform is going away. Not such a big deal for me, however, it now requires another review of every web post made as the Google + option is put to bed.
For others, the closure on 2 April 2019 means that their social media platforms now moves across to the others. I use Facebook anda little Twitter - but not enough to link to at this stage.
Goodnight Google Plus.
Saturday, February 2, 2019
First Fans will be aware that the month of January has not been...favorable. Aside from the surgery, sleep has been hard to come by with the discomfort. When conjoined with Dad's health, it has not been a glamour start to the year.
February does not appear to hold much in the way of glamour either, as the follow ups to the vision and surgery proceed.
Here's hoping that these visionary issues can be resolved in a timely manner so I can get back to the writing and publication.
For the First Fans, thank you.
Saturday, January 26, 2019
Since the surgery, the eye has been healing - thank you.
There was one small scare when an internal stitch not removed, made it's way through the eyelid and began to scratch at my eye. Minor impact and resolved quickly.
Today, January 26, is Australia day, the birth of my home country. In years gone past I spent the day sailing at a regatta. This year I spent the day tending to the wounds of another family member and stitching up some other deficiencies.
No pies. No fireworks. No celebrations.
If my Citizenship comes through in the next twelve months, I may have missed my last Australia day.