Pure happiness.
It is fleeting, visceral, almost breath-taking.
I recently received good news about an almost inevitable family tragedy.
It had been haunting us for five years; frustrating us with futility, powerlessness and rage. And it wasn’t even me who was the target of impending doom.
Worse, it was one of my children and his family.
Faced by an impenetrable wall of bureaucracy, they were forced to spend over ten thousand dollars on legal advice. The threat of an unknown outcome hung over them for over 5 years.
If their appeal failed, they would have to leave their home, dogs, and cats. They would also leave their parents, siblings, friends, and careers over the last 10 years …
I ranted and blogged. I wrote to Ministers and Members of Parliament. I studied the law. I practised my address to the Appeal Tribunal weekly.
He came around last night and said “we haven’t had a beer for a while”. (It was about 10 days after all).
Then he said have a look at your email. I sensed that this was it and felt cold. It was from the Administrative Review Tribunal.
Like an automaton, I opened and read…
The Tribunal sets aside the decision under review…
Ohh Yessss!
He was so cool and calm. I was amazed. Then I realised he was still stunned. That is another emotion to add to the list.
I looked at my Blessed Michael the Archangel candle, given to me by my daughter, who had now been blessed.

My Daddy gave him to me as my guardian angel to protect me against nightmares and chase away the demons under my bed with his fiery sword…
I may still have some doubts about his Patron, but Michael gave me courage which I sent to all my children.
So I give thanks and praise.

Heart in throat. Legs like jelly. Your blog made me weep.
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Perfectly put!
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