Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Born in a Taxi..great Jam...

I'm not sure if being hit,knocked down by a taxi was meant to serve a greater purpose (I do believe in the things happen for a reason' philosophy) than what I already know. Which is, firstly, I do not belong to a financial bracket that can afford a car right now.Secondly, I am not the first or the last person to suffer this injustice, and unlike many others it was minor and my daughter and I survived. It left me with minor physical injuries (bruised leg) and emotional (worry about my daughter mixed with anger and the desire to kick the taxi drivers butt for not checking his mirrors,inside bree taxi rank nogal!) concerns. Lesedi just keeps relaying the story to my parents as many times as she can and tells them I was hurt but now i'm better. She was visibly shaken and I was worried sick about her, wiping her tears away, caused by the shock and nerves. Thirdly and finally, I know never to occupy a position of victimhood, It happened, I'm alive. I will drive one day,more than anything I see the incident as motivation to overcome the social injustices of this world,that are small and have too much impact..the gaps feel too wide at times, and although our lives try to catch up with some 'standard'...The internal space, the love and support we recieve from loved ones really goes a long way. The mother instinct in me tells me,I will come right,whatever that is,for myself,my daughter and for others.

SmaUniverse,

Its Yours.