It's government elections today, in Holland. So exciting. We choose a government again for the next four years. Impressed by all that this meant, I hopefully bumbled to the elections office. With my crutches, boom boom boom, almost losing my balance a few times. The beautiful weather was enjoyable, I felt so. very. thankful that there's elections here, that they are trustworthy, that no one bribes me to choose for them, that there's no violence involved... I was full of these kinds of noble thoughts and made my way up the stairs with my crutches. When I suddenly realized that I'd forgotten my passport. My means of identification. Go back home and stay there, make a cup of coffee, sit in the sun and peacefully start the day? No way, I was going to vote. Even if my sole little voice made squat difference in the big picture. Home I hobbled, then back with my passport. Up the stairs again, and this time I got a few steps further before realizing... I'd forgotten my voting pass. I'm not kidding. There's TWO things you need when voting, and I had proceeded to forget them BOTH, one at a time. Definitely a good reason to stay home this time, right? Not right. That's not how Mattanja works. Down the stairs again, back home, to get the pass. Back I went for the third time, with all I needed plus a good dose of humor, back up the stairs to mark a little box red with my choice! The noble thoughts that I had started out with were less, I must admit, but I refused to let them go. Oh people, we take it for granted. The freedom we have to choose whoever we want. And if we're on this subject: the freedom to talk about faith matters wherever and to whoever. Confidence that the policemen we meet are reliable. Confidence that in a year from now, we probably won't be in a war. We have a lot to be thankful for, and we take a lot for granted.
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Mattanja OosterhuisHaving grown up in diverse places on earth, I suppose I've learned to make the best of what comes my way. Such as a hemorrhage. After this bleeding in my head occurred in dec. 2010, my life has come to look different. On my blog I write about some of this. Archives
March 2018
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