Interview and Slideshow

I decided to interview a very interesting man names Sundesh, from gym I train at following my technical glitch and got a great insight into how he firstly, migrated to Australia in search of asylum during a political coo, in Fiji during the late 1980’s in which he was a radio journalist himself.

Sundesh was captured by military and explained he was hung by the arms for three days straight, in punishment of reporting on what was going on in Fiji. He decided to flee his country, and sought help from a politician in Australia. He was able to secure residency and relocated after three months of correspondence.
Sundesh, went on to explain how he now thinks of Australia as home. And a country who provide him and his family safety, food and a sense of belonging during a time of need.
Sundesh explained he trained at the gym, we were currently at during his relocation to Sydney. But then went on to travel 127 countries in search of a story to write a book upon.

He is now 74 years old, and has found himself back at the same gym he trained at all those years ago. Vince and Roz’s gym is one of Australia’s longest running gyms, having been operating at various locations around Sydney since 1953.
Sundesh explained that having broken his back during his travels in New Zealand, physical therapy was the only thing that has made him as mobile as he is now.
He is happy to be back at his old training ground, having re-joined the gym Just two weeks ago.

This is what he had this to share with us, about his triumph over serious injury.

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Going the distance. 

A poem..

Have you ever been lucky enough to find that person. That you don’t need, but life’s better with, by far than without. The person, All the rom-com movies talk about. The, actual ”ONE”.

I found mine.

Unexpectedly. And spontaneously.

And it was easy.

The Dating. The commitment. The ups and downs. To sharing a house together. Sharing a life together.

The one person you can’t wait to tell everything to!

Who makes you laugh, like you’ve never cracked up – Nearly peed-your-pants kind of laugh.

The little things you’d normally get annoyed by. Don’t seem to bother you at all, with this one. 

But Annoying each other; that never gets old.

To hanging out and never getting sick of each other’s company.

To the point you actually miss them, even if you’ve only been a part a few hours.

The smiles. Oh, how he makes me smile! 

The conversations that are so deep, they make you understand yourself better. They make you understand your life better; the world

And you can so easily, see yourself creating a little Future together. A future full of hope and undoubtedly, a future full of love

But then oneday, your world suddenly changes. 

And everything you gotten used to, disappears. 

Long distance.

Some say ”it will never work…” To walk away. 

We thought it mightn’t work. But giving up on each other was never an option for me.

I knew It would be hard. 

But we chose. And We continue to choose. Each other. Again and again.

To wake up to an empty side of the bed, every morning, was kind of sad. Then the times when I checked my phone, hoping for that text. Or that call.

I may have broke down, crying at unexpected, embarrassing moments when I was reminded of something he said, a place we visited. A moment we created together. A song we danced along to. 

Or simply, just missing him. That one happens a lot. All days. Every day. 

But we are strong. 

We force a smile when we talk about Him; because nothing could describe to someone how you deeply, achingly, painfully miss him.

It would be easy to step back. 

Be we simply chose to love

With a promise that we’ll be back in each other’s arm’s soon enough.

By Far, the most emotionally testing, draining, lonely investment I have ever embarked upon. 

But I’ll all be worth it, when he’s back. 

When he’s truly home

It’ll be worth the tears, the trials, the struggles, the doubts, the self doubts.

Because sometimes distance makes everything clearer.It makes you realise; it’s worth it all. This is your person. There is no one on this planet like them. You crave them. You are theirs. 

That life is always going to be better with that person. And nothing is stronger than the love we have

So I’ll keep on, keeping on: chosing him. Choosing to love him everyday. 

Because the promise his eyes, gave mine. During the hardest goodbye of my life, said it all. That this is real, undoubtable, uncontrollable.. love.

And love is all you really, ever need.

Keep choosing love. 

Each day, really is a new gift. 

I’ve always been very close to my family. Even though I’ve been living out of home for some time now. They’re always there; we talk everyday. Even if I’m on the others-side of the world. A day wouldn’t go by where I wouldn’t communicate with them. Or know they’re thinking and praying for me. They really are everything.

On December 24th, 2016. My world changed forever. My dad. The strongest man I know. Was diagnosed with a large tumor on his brain.

I thought he was joking; I didn’t want to believe it. ”Dad, stop playing. What did the results really say…”

”I have a tumor Lani..” he simply said. As he watched my eyes fill with tears. And I gave him a big hug, still in shock. Unwilling to believe what just came out of his mouth. It couldn’t be….that’s my dad. He has to be okay.

Thoughts began to rush into my head! How would be go on if something happened to Dad. What would happen to life as we knew it. Mum? Her solemate for almost 30 years. Dad wouldn’t get to walk me down the aisle, on my wedding day. Or watch his daughter potentially compete at an Olympic Games. All of this seemed meaningless compared to the thought of potentially losing him. Our family, our rock. Our everything

He wouldn’t get to be a Grandpa. All of these things rushed into my head. 

Closer to the surgery, when I asked Dad is he was scared, he simply said ”Well yeah Lani, but you’ve just got to take it each day at a time. And trust God it’ll all be okay.”

 About 8 weeks down the track. That brave, humble, resilient man has had the tumor successfully removed from his brain

He was tested during this time. Tested by his faith. by affirming his trust in God. Trusting the doctors and nurses looking after him. And trusting in himself; that everything was gonna be okay.

We are completely overjoyed and thankful. One that he is still here. Two, the bastard is gone! And three the surgery was a success.He is on the long road of recovery now. It’s all gonna be okay

Our family are overwhelmed with the support from all over the world. Thank you to anyone who has reached out to us. Prayed for us. Might be praying for us now. 

This has completely changed my outlook. Like, what if I was diagnosed with something life threatening? Am I going to regret not doing things today, by waiting until tomorrow. 

No. Carpe-bloody-Diem! (seize the day!) I’ve always been a firm believer in that saying. But seeing how Dad has been so strong. So faithful. So optimistic through this whole process. Has made me, my mother, my brothers – stronger. Stronger in our personal faith. And faith in the world.

Major brain surgery conquered and all Dad wants to do is hit the gym. Bless him.
I encourage you, whatever is thrown your way. You must learn patience. Patience that the future will bring brighter things. Patience that God always has a bigger plan. Patience that ”everything will always be okay in the end. If it’s not okay, it’s not the end.” 

So, Smile more. Spread joy. Live without regrets. And seize your day! 

Your Real Meaning of Christmas

This holiday season, it’s very easy to get caught up in the commercialised side of Christmas, materialism and spending. It’s easy to lose sight of what’s important. I’ve seen so many people get so stressed about who they need big gifts for and how much they’re spending. Rather than simply, why we are buying gifts in the first place.

You can very easily Lose sight of what Christmas really means to you. It might be along the lines of. Family time. Reunions. Giving. Or The CHRIST in Christmas.


I would encourage you, this Christmas time to take a moment to simply think about what Christmas might mean to someone like this little girl. I had the joy of meeting in Cambodia. She may look happy, dressed and in good health. But she is Living in an improvised community. Her parents might not earn more than $AU 70c per day. Which is enough to get by, to put rice on the table. By Christmas would certainly look very different from ours.

I have no doubts, her smile would remain the brightest little grin; I’ve ever seen. Her attitude would still be carefree. She would not know the feeling of seeing wrapping paper and presents under a tree. Or a santa sack on the end of her bed.

Christmas might simply be another day to her. With added silly songs about a fat man in a suit.

These people are strong. Even though they live in destitution; they are happy with their simple way of living. They have enough to live and learn. And they don’t complain or think ‘why me.’ They do their best to provide a future for their families.  And realised they are blessed with what little they have.

I encourage you, and your family to never take your situation for granted. Some people are praying for what you have. And what you have, could very well be enough.

Take care, be grateful and be safe his Christmas and hold your loved ones close.

R U Ok? Not just today, but everyday?

Over 800,000 people die by suicide each year – that’s one person every 40 seconds. In Australia more than 2500 people die each year

Mental health is not a stigma, it is real. Like any other disease, depression can destroy a person and ultimately a family. Continue reading “R U Ok? Not just today, but everyday?”

Lives Innocently Taken, History Destroyed For Cambodia

What do you think when you think when you see this image? 

    

  
Why are those bodies lying there? Why isn’t someone helping them? Where is that child’s parents? Is someone going to save him? What killed the bodies behind him? Why is he there, experiencing this? 

The answer lies within one of the most horrific genocides of the 20th centry. The Forced capture of innocent civilians in Phnom Penh, Cambodia 1975 . 
 Pol Pot, leader of the Khmer Rouge enlisted a child army. He took innocent, vulnerable, desperate children. Out of the safety their homes and brainwashed them to believe anyone not of working class, anyone of education, wealth or status; was the enemy. 

The army took the lives of up to 2 million innocent lives; nearly a quarter of the country from 1975-1979. A child army; can you think of any thing worse? Nonetheless, Pol Pot’s dream was to create a new Cambodia. Little did he know, he would be responsible for one of the worlds most impoverished nations. Because of their history; are forced to live in destitution and fear to this day, that an army may arise again and take Over their humble nation. 

But these people; although they may have lost their history. Their ancestory. Their wealth. They are some of the most humble, happiest people I head the pleasure of meeting in my life. They do not let their  past define them. And although, some still live in fear that Pol Pol is stil alive, living in the jungle. (His death was resported in 1999) they still live simple lives, full of hope with the little they have. 

This could be a useful lesson to our Westernised, Consumer driven society. Are you really happy with more? When others are happier, with far far less.