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10 Day You Challenge - Day 10: 1 Picture

Well, I made it... And here is the one picture of me... 


It's the first picture of me that I possess... And I post it thankful for all the (many) years that have passed since then... and all the people who have helped to shape this handsome young man into the shambling wreck that I am now... parents who taught me the value of hard work... brothers who opened my eyes to the wonders to be found within books and exposed me to an eclectic assortment of music... a wider family who encouraged me in all my endeavours... teachers who inspired me to learn more and more about this wonderful world... preachers, sunday school teachers and older friends who prompted me in my journey of faith... friends with whom I shared adventures in sport, theatre, the great outdoors and in love... colleagues in ministry, lay and ordained, who have been with me through thick and thin... a wife to whom I owe more than I can ever express... 2 boys who I am so proud of... and the God who is woven into it all...

OK enough of this guff... and enough of this meme... Hope you enjoyed this little sneak peak into different bits of my life.

Cheers

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