I am a substitute school bus driver and until this year, I only drove a few times per month. This year, following the retirement of one of the drivers and the inability of the school to find a new driver, I temporarily became the regular bus driver.

Want woorde is al wat ek het. Slow dance in die reen. Van die begin af was dit net bedoel vir die somer. Jy moeg geleer en my kop vol somer drome. En toe vat ek die kans. Want daar was seesand in jou hare. En brandewyn in jou are. Die glinster in jou oe so blou. Het my te vinnig laat val vir jou. En nou mis ek die slow dance op somersaande. En laataand kuier sonsopkoms soene op die strand. En al wat ek wil onthou. Is jou hand in my hand.

This text goes through your eyes, to your head, back to your brain, and kindles a thought. A vague and unique thought. You predict what you will be reading next. Because all humans have a brain but not a similar thought process. Which brings me to the question, where are you? Your inner self fabricating these thoughts, giving you a unique life altogether? How would this be possible? Also note, For some one si.

Advocate for serious joy in Christ. We would all be dead without it. Somewhere along the line, you were taught everything you know and do today. Some are still learning those lessons. But truth is, we all are. Anyone who claims to know everything is delusional. The fact that we are in the 21st century, part of society as we know it today, is thanks to our ongoing learning over hundreds of years.