“Today will never come again. Be a blessing. Be a friend. Encourage someone. Take time to care. Let your words heal, and not wound” ~ via a Bridgette Pacy-Tootell recent post
A few days ago I posted a photo of kayak paddling out towards the sun and a tug boat with the caption “If you reading this you’re alive you’re breathing you’re lucky. Have a smashing Friday and weekend😊“.
Many of you loved that photo; it told a story and had meaning.
The next day I was at North Beach and briefly met this gentleman (in photo), in his wheel chair, moving slowly along the promenade, soap and face cloth packed, towards the cold showers to bath.
I snapped (happily) some photos and then went to greet him. I was expecting a smiling chap with “only” no use of his legs. Shock awaited me when I found that, in addition to “no legs”, he was riddled with disabilities all round. He could barely speak to me.
This got me thinking… and I don’t know the real answer…
Do our taxes, Lotto funds, city rates and so on get used efficiently by the relevant authorities to help needy persons?
Please don’t answer hereunder, but kindly do question the “right” persons one on one or in the appropriate forum if you’re in a position to do so.
Canon G3X, F5.6, 1/500 sec, ISO 125
in Durban, South Africa.
Andrew Harvard Photography 