Hi folks, I'd like to ask for your help. You can help to reunite me with my parents (in South Africa), whom I haven't seen since immigrating to New Zealand last year, and whom I miss every day. How? By watching (and sharing) this video... Background The city of Napier (where we now live)

I'd dare to make more mistakes next time. I'd relax, I would limber up. I would be sillier than I have been this trip. I would take fewer things seriously. I would take more chances. I would climb more mountains and swim more rivers. I would eat more ice cream and less beans. I would perhaps have

I had not really planned on taking a trip this time of year, and yet I found myself packing rather hurriedly. This trip was going to be unpleasant and I knew in advance that no real good would come of it. I'm talking about my annual "Guilt Trip." I got tickets

Mary had a little Lamb; His fleece was white as snow. And everywhere that Mary went, The Lamb was sure to go. He followed her to school each day, 'Twas even in the rule. It made the children laugh and play, to have a Lamb at school. And then the rules all changed one

I dreamed I was in heaven Where an angel kept God's book. He was writing so intently I just had to take a look. It was not, at first, his writing That made me stop and think But the fluid in the bottle That was marked eternal ink. This ink was most amazing, Dark black upon his blotter But as