Dear Sir,

                   As you are well aware, Darling Nikki has been absent from her “blog job” for quite a while now.  Whilst generally it is appropriate for one to supply a reasonable explanation for said absence, as a rebellion against all expectation, I suggest you peruse the following list, and pick your own.

Darling was absent from life as……

 

• She was abducted by aliens who (thankfully) were not interested in anal probes (this time), but merely wanted to know “Is tuna chicken or fish?”

 

• She was hospitalised after someone lubed up the apparatus during a Pole Fusion class. 

 

• The  GPS (receiving updates from Google Mars) in her mini Cooper (you know the one with the union jack on the roof) accidentally sent her to the drive -in instead of the drive through at McDonalds and she spent the night trying to order a Happy Meal through the speaker box!

 

•  She has been in hiding from the paparazzi after another panty-less exit from the family truckster at the local Woolworths, was caught on film.

 

• She was attacked by a bunch of hairless cats after her most recent Brazilian wax was  “accidentally” exposed in a recent police interview.

 

• She’s been busy stalking Britney Spears.  Not just Britney, but the whole Spears clan y’all!

 

• She has been serving time in a local jail for driving the wrong way down a one way street (stupid GPS!) whilst high on prescription pain killers and eating hash cookies.  Thankfully the judge took pity on her fake pregnancy and let her out on good behaviour.  She’s really grown up alot! 

 

• She joined a cult which mandated compulsory marriage to an ego maniacal, grinning midget.

 

• She became the UN’s Ambassador for Blondes world wide.  In her speech to CNN she was quoted as saying “I make Jessica Simpson look like a rock scientist!”                 

 

                      Yours sincerely,

 

                      Mrs Darling Nikki’s Mum.

This a a tale of two men.  On different sides of the world, both hailed as heroes.  One carried the lives on hundreds on two silent engines gliding across an icy river. He did what pilots their entire careers train for.  With a calm and levelheadedness all of us pray for in a pilot, he ferried each and everyone of his charges home.

The other showed incredible strength of character when he placed the lives of others before his own.  This man, an Australian SAS solidier, recently received the highest military honour, the Victoria Cross.   A young man, who in an extreme situation, drew fire upon himself, rescued a United Nations interpreter then, realizing the convoy was full of injured civilians and military personnell, jogged alongside the convoy (whilst under attack) for a full 4 kilometres back to safety.

Breathtaking feats.  Feats that have left me gobsmacked.   At times I’ve had to turn away, the enormity  too much.  Then I realised, these are the miracles we pray for. It’s not about the new i phone, or that great job with lots of money.  It’s the  miracles that we find in ourselves.

So, I’ve taken a deep breath, and turned back.  I want to see it all!  Coz, how can I really appreciate the triumphs, when I allow the tragedy to be of no consequence?

Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one’s courage.
– Anais Nin.