Thursday, December 31, 2009

Acampamento das Famílias 2009

Before the year is up I thought I might post a few pictures from the Acampamento we had a few weeks ago. It was great to finally have the opportunity to meet the "missing link" in these children's complex lives. Usually the only family that makes the effort to come to the camp are aunts or uncles, but the kids always have a great time.

the only father who came - but what a great dad!

his three sons

G and his family were there

S' mother, brother and two sisters were there. Three of the four children have been in and out of homes all their lives.

S' two sisters

brothers and arms

Last month I went to church on a tractor with some recovering alcoholics and drugs addicts. This month I enjoyed a Christmas dinner with a room full of children, some of whom are thieves, drug abusers and child prostitutes. But what a privilege it is to work amongst them.

Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Random Observations #6

Haven't been so physically (and mentally) exhausted at Christmas since 230 Park.

Friday, December 4, 2009


Much preparation here for the annual Acampamento das Famílias (when we invite the families of our kids present and past to a weekend camp in the country). This will be my first, and judging by previous years' offerings it promises to be a lot of fun.

I have been assembling a presentation for Saturday evening. It's a collection of my photos, interspersed with individual messages of thanks from each of the boys. I joked with W that he must first (and always) thank his mum, then God, and then The Academy.

He didn't laugh. He didn't even raise his eyebrows. He just left the room. W was abandoned at a very young age by both his mum and his dad.

My insensitivity sometimes exceeds my stupidity.
At times, the two collide.

The proximity of death

Q: Do you struggle with the proximity of death, about how little time we all have?

A: I'm fascinated by the brevity of life and how people use their time, because we all know that the axe will fall. It's inevitable - as you and I sitting here now - that the Tuesday will arrive when you, Kirsty, are not here. Nobody can reach you by telephone. Nobody can write to you and nobody can email you. You just won't be here. So, we all know this fact. With that in the forefront of our mind - in everything we do - I find it fascinating how people spend their time.

Morrissey, Desert Island Discs (4 December, 2009)