We had some friends over for lunch recently. Federer and Roddick fought it out for the Wimbledon title in the background on the telly, while we chatted, fed babies, changed babies, ate and chatted some more. And in the middle of all the tennis, carrot cake and vivid descriptions of the experiences of labour, some very interesting stories emerged.Later, as A and I cleared up, we wondered how many stories are there out there. Every one has a story for a bestselling novel. Life really is something special - even the most boring one has a brilliant story hidden in its bosom, waiting to be unravelled.
Deep down we are all children, waiting to chat with our friends, eager to listen to the tales they have to tell us, and keen to share with them some of our own stories.
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Its amazing how little we know of others and even more amazingly, how little we know of ourselves. For example, that a little boy whom we know for barely 5 months can evoke so much emotion is staggering. Trying to determine who people are and what they actually are made of simply by how they appear is tantamount to just about scratching the surface - beneath that might lie something utterly fascinating!!
:-) yes, fascinating and humbling, because there is so much brick and mortar of laughter and tears that every life is made of.
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