For Pat, the journey became overwhelmingly difficult. He struggled with regret, as many are inclined to do. While he moved forward developing his tremendous talent as a reporter and then editor and marketing genius, he never stopped looking back. Remorse became an obsession and triggered bouts of mental illness, depression, and anxiety. These challenges knocked him into dark places. A nagging of the soul dogged him for years.
No document could do his life justice. There is so much about Niels that I could never know or see, and now never will.
My brother Josh and I wrote down a few key memories meant to highlight the many facets of our late brother Pat’s personality, the way he lived life and is compassion for all living creatures. This is a sample of what we came up with. Enjoy and reach out to your loved ones today. Life is fleeting, you won’t regret it.
Holed up in a traditional dance club, Garrett was immersed in Ethiopian dancing, shaking his shoulders and jumping up and down, the energy levels of this 63 year old climber defied nature. The next day, Garrett flew solo to Namibia, roped a random German guy into helping with belays, made the long trip out to the Spitzkoppe and put up a route. How many sexagenarians are doing this with their time, resources and abilities? Nobody I know is like James Garrett.
By awarding records in the interest of profit, Guinness treats talent and people as indispensable commodities. They’ve sacrificed their history of spotlighting the incredible and inspiration and have diluted it with corporate values and the capitalistic obsession for money. A sad truth in a changing world where nothing is sacred.
After Liberia’s disarmament, 18,000 guns were turned to weapon scrap. This is how one artist made weapon scrap steel a medium of beauty and protest.
Tameru Zegeye, the Ethiopian Miracle, tells in his own words the challenges of being born disabled in rural Ethiopia and the struggle to triumph.
The main road was alive with farmers and horse carts. He saw mosques and churches facing each other from opposite sides of the road. And when the bus passed through a village, the radio crackled for an instant and the voice of a great Ethiopian singer crooned with recklessness. He wondered if he would ever find his way back home.
When a certain faith manages to strip its believers of their last grain of compassion, it strips them of their spirituality as well.
-Wafa Sultan, Syrian psychiatrist
“When you talk about gay rights in Africa, there’s nothing to say. There are none. We talk about the gay situation in Africa. and the situation is that we don’t feel very secure.”
Some will remember Nancy most for her collection of necklaces and rings. Others will catch a ride with Abel the taxi driver in Addis Ababa, and her name will come up. Many will remember Nancy as the woman who bought too many clay chickens at the NGO Bazaar. I will remember her as a friend, a mother, a woman who constantly reminded me to get a haircut, to never turn down an invitation and to stay past the bad parts, because it always gets better.
Watchyman kept my street clear of strife
Until he migrated North to start a new life
Crossing the border
He could finally afford her
When he traded his Dolphins coat for a Bolivian wife
Has escalado en Riglos, España? Has conocido a escaladores como este personaje Animal? Y has sobrevivido? Estos son las preguntas que deberias hacerte.