I resented my mother because she used to take out her frustrations out on me, one minute nice then spewing forth such rage and violence. I hated her, I was trapped with her. But what is worse than all this is that I have become her. I find myself yelling at my children in the same way. How is this monstrosity possible? My mum was distant, emotionalless so cold. And I find that I am becoming the same? Oh God please God may it not be so but it is, it is a dravesty of unfairness. If you want ...

The young boy sat on his father's knee, enjoying the closeness and attention of his father. "Son, I'm leaving and I'm not coming back." was the phrase the boys father kept repeating. Each time with more anguish and heart ache. The boy responded with his own repeating phrase "Yes dad, but when are you coming back." It was a day I well remember because it was the day my Dad broke my heart. It was the day he left my world, broke my world, it was a miseralbe day that reached far far into my li...

If your house is on fire there is no time for 'good morning how are you?' you get your family out there as quick as you can. So when a marriage is burning down its hard for parents to give their children the attention and affection they want and need. As a young boy growing up I didn't know any better, I was raised in the turbulance of a marriage which was disingrating into hatred and anger. I look about me and see the same old story repeated so many times. How is it that those who once loved...

I asked the old lady in the bed "Is there anything I can do for you?" She replied softly "No, you have done so much for me already." I wasn't sure I had so I said "Well Im not sure I have, apart from visiting you, but its not hard to visit a friend." She said with affection "yes, you are my friend." At that her eyes glazed as she dropped off to sleep. This old lady had become my friend. She was dying of cancer and I had over the years visited many times breaking the bounds of minister and par...

More and more I have come to understand that I am a very angry person. Have been, still am and wonder if I always will be. The problem is God. He just doesn't co-operate. Why can't things go right for me sometimes, why do stupid little things make me explode. My dreams and hopes lay in tatters and yet I still find that I keep striving to build myself a little kingdom with submissive subjects. Pathetic isn't it. Its all about me me me. But it is also about my family, my wife who feels the stra...