I’m sitting here, in the comfort of my old age and my beloved Australia, thinking about all the awful tragedies going on around the word, and now more and more often, also in Australia.
I was wondering whether I should wade into this interesting issue and put my tuppence worth in. Then, quite unexpectedly, I found myself in a very interesting situation, where I was actually asked for my opinion, by a group of Aboriginal people I have known for a while, and with whom I was having a meeting about domestic violence.
Life, with all its difficulties and unexpected hardships, is still pretty good if you’re lucky enough to be living in Australia. From the very beginning, being in Australia has always made me feel safe - like a healing balm, it has helped me forget those terrible events from my dreadful past.