As years
Are past
And things
Are lost
What’s left
Is all we have

Still grab it hard
Run with it
And joy
Will come to hand.

Written Sunday 22nd May 2011 2:57pm, by rob beckett, about the trials of living in a relationship with a serious injury and what it does to you.  For my wife and all she has to deal with and my thanks to her for it.
Copy righted All rights reserved rob beckett ©2011

About wallandceiling

I currently design, create and administer over 180 Moodle online courses as part of a project in tafeSA with the BJIT Business Services Team. This project has highlighted a need for training in Moodle and how to implement and maintain courses online. I have been a lecturer in Wall & Ceiling Lining (Drywall for Americans) in Adelaide South Australia involved in the CPSISC validation of the CPC08 National Training packages and the CBA Program to build capacity in assessment through the use of Action Learning and Assessment for Learning principles.
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