Geparde bei der Jagd im Serengeti Nationalpark in Tansania
Sobald wir in die offene Savanne fahren, empfängt uns ein überwältigender Anblick: Tiere über Tiere in riesengroßen Herden, die in jeder Richtung bis zum Horizont reichen. Filme und Fotos können ein solches Erlebnis nicht ersetzen. Es ist einfach überwältigend. www.trivago.de/arusha-87058/natur-landschaftliches/sereng...
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Mosche Lopez Pereira, Photographer (47 months ago | reply)
Super Pix! Vielen Dank for sharing it with us!
The Shoes
A true story from a Sunday in Dar es Salaam, East Africa.
By © ME (The Dusty Traveler)
My alarm went off -- it was Sunday again; I was so tired after all that work in the night at the Dar es Salaam international Airport -- it was my one-day to sleep in. But the guilt I'd have felt the rest of the day would have been too much, so I'd go; I'd pray. I showered and shaved, adjusted suit and tie, got there and swung into a pew just in time.
Bowing my head in humble prayer before I closed my eyes, I saw that the shoe of the man next to me was touching my own and I sighed. With plenty of room on either side, I thought, "why do our soles have to touch?" It bothered me so; he was glued to my shoe, but it didn't seem to bother him much.
Then the prayer began: "Heavenly Father," someone said - but I thought, "Does this man with the shoes have no pride?" They were dusty, worn, scratched end to end. What's worse, there were holes on the side! "Thank You for Blessings," the prayer went on. The shoe man said a quiet "Amen."
I tried to focus on the prayer, but my thoughts were on his shoes again. Aren't we supposed to look our best when walking through that door? "Well, this certainly isn't it," I thought, glancing toward the floor. Then the prayer ended and songs of praise began.
The shoe man was loud, sounding proud as he sang. He lifted the rafters; his hands raised high; the Great Spirit surely heard his voice from the sky.
Then the offering was passed; what I threw in was steep. The shoe man reached into his pockets, so deep, and I tried to see what he pulled out to put in, then I heard a soft "clink," as when silver hits tin.
The sermon bored me to tears - and no lie - it was the same for the shoe man, for tears fell from his Eyes. At the end of the service, as is custom here in East Africa, we must greet the visitors in church and show them good cheer.
But I was moved inside to want to meet this man, so after the closing, I shook his hand. He was old, his skin very black and dark, his hair a mess. I thanked him for coming, for being our guest. He said, "My name's Tom, glad to meet you, my friend," And there were tears in his Eyes - but he had a wide grin.
"Let me explain," he said, wiping his eyes. "I've been coming for months, and you're the first to say, "Hi."
"I know I don't look like all the rest, but I always try to look my best." - "I polish my shoes before my long walk, but by the time I get here they're as dirty as chalk. And the poor place I have to live in, you would never accept."
My heart fell to my knees, but I held back my tears, he continued, "And I must apologise for sitting so near. But I know when I get here I must look a sight. And I thought… if I touched you, our souls might unite."
I was silent for a moment knowing anything I said would pale in comparison, so I spoke from my heart not my head.
"Oh, you've touched me," I said. "And taught me, in part, that the best of a man is what's in his heart." The rest, I thought, this man will never know…
How thankful I am that he touched my soul!
You might be best friends one year, pretty good friends the next year, don't talk that often the next year, don't want to talk at all the year after that.
So, I just wanted to say, even if I never talk to you again in my life, you are special to me and you have made a difference in my life, I respect you, and truly cherish you.
Let old friends know you haven't forgotten them, and tell new friends you never will.
Remember, everyone needs a friend; someday you might feel like you have no friends at all, just remember my true story from real life and take comfort in knowing somebody out there cares about you and always will.
God bless you, and know my prayers for peace meet yours as the sunrises and sets. May the Great Spirit guide you safely into the path of love, peace, freedom and God on this Earth Mother! May the holy ancestors of love and light keep you safe in your homes! Pray for God to give you something important to do in this great work, which lies ahead of us all to bring peace on earth.
Be well, and think good thoughts of peace, love and togetherness. Peace for all life on earth and peace with one another in our homes, families and countries. We are not so different in the Great Creator's eyes. The same great Father Sun shines his love on each of us daily. We are one after all.
Take good care of yourself, and you will benefit tremendously. If you don't treat yourself well, who will?