Do not undermine your worth by
Comparing yourself with others.
It is because we are different
That each of us is special.
Do not set your goals by what
Other people deem important.
Only you know what is best for you.
Do not take for granted the things
Closest to your heart.
Cling to them as you would your life,
for without them, life is meaningless.
Do not let your life slip through your fingers
By living in the past nor for the future.
By living your life one day at a time,
You live all the days of your life.
Do not give up when you
Still have something to give.
Nothing is really over until the
Moment you stop trying.
It is a fragile thread that
Binds us to each other.
Do not be afraid to encounter risks.
It is by taking chances
That we learn how to be brave.
Do not shut love out of your life by
Saying it is impossible to find.
The quickest way to receive
Love is to give love;
The fastest way to lose love
Is to hold it too tightly;
In addition, the best way to keep
Love is to give it wings.
Do not dismiss your dreams.
To be without dreams
Is to be without hope;
To be without hope
Is to be without purpose.
Do not run through life
So fast that you forget
Not only where you have been,
But also where you are going.
Life is not a race,
But a journey to be savoured
Each step of the way.
Kerry Lyn Wilson
It is with great sadness that we advise of the sudden death of our
beloved daughter and Sister on Saturday, 29th July, 2006. We will
all
miss her greatly.
Tony, Cherrie, Shane, Jason, Lisa, Ryan Wharam, And Gannies.
Kerry Lyn Wilson
Who passed away on Saturday, 29th July, 2006
we would like to express our deepest sympathies to the All The
Family
and close Friends.
She will surely be missed by all.
From All The Staff At Gwanda Service Station.
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WE OFFER SINCERE SYMPATHY TO THE FAMILIES OF THE FOLLOWING
GEORGE ROBERT HENDERSON
CAIN MASANGA
ANNA WIENAND
LESLIE ERNEST PILZ
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BARNETT : Arlene. We have so many happy sailing memories of us all
in
Kariba. So sorry that such a lovely , vital lady should be taken .
Deepest sympathy to Cecil, Hayley & family. Mike & Angie Hodges in
Aus.
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Condolences,
Brian (Ben) Hogan
ex-Inyati Mines/Marondera
Loving Husband of Jacqueline Father of Patrick and Janet ( now in
Australia) and Nicholas and Susan (now in Ireland)
Grandfather to Wanda, Matthew, Heidi and Laura. Passed away in
England on 26th July 2006 after long fight with cancer-
will be sorely missed.
irishogans@eircom.net
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A Memorial Service for the Late Matron Ann Snowden will be held in
the main lounge of Edith Duly Nursing Home on 10 August 2006 at 11
A
M, conducted by the Dean of the Anglican Cathedral. You are
welcome
to attend.
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TIDBITS
You will never know what you cannot do unless you attempt what you
think you cannot do.
Cathy O'Dowd
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A man who has never gone to school may steal from a freight car,
but
if he has a university education he may steal the whole railroad.
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Let us touch the dying, the poor, the lonely and the unwanted
according to the graces we have received and let us not be ashamed
or
slow to do the humble work. --Mother Teresa
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Why?
Young eyes sharp and shining bright.
Of men with wits, of courage, of might..
Together they stand, united they fall,
young men of honour to give their all.
A cause most just they do believe,
they should, they can, they will succeed.
Young eyes that once shone sharp and bright,
now dark as night...
Tomorrow they fight.
Young men of virtue all lined up to die.
Indoctrinated, moulded they daren't question 'why'?
Taught not to feel and certainly not cry,
the most basic human instincts slip sadly by..
Men without spirits, but certainly skill,
skills to maim, to shame and to kill...
Alas these poor men did not want it this way,
they after all are victims of tyranny set to stay.
Dictators in High Office who speak of loyalty.
What is loyalty really? Should we not be free?
'Be strong and be loyal', they brazenly say,
for they do not suffer poor conditions and meagre, pathetic pay.
But for them these things are easily said,
they are safe somewhere else,
while their comrades lie dead...
A rifle cracks as bombs blow near,
a fearful sound to all who hear.
Young men of honour, sold into war,
souls deadened to hardship, are they human anymore?
And for what reward do they die in the field?
A pat on the back, thanks for being our human shield.
Alas the poor families who feel the pain,
parents with children who will never be the same.
The ones who died whether with valour or not.
What difference does it make?
Pawns of some crazy despot..
Men whose eyes had once shone bright,
their remains on the ground.
They had fought the good fight...
Gareth Jones
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