There is a purposeful beauty to our scars. Our scars bear witness to our story. What most of us don’t realise is that scar tissue is stronger than the original skin. A gaping wound is not pretty, but a healed scar means that place is stronger than it ever was before. There is a purposeful beauty in our scars. Our scars bear witness to our story. I grew up in Ipswich, a....
I am the middle child of a large immigrant family and from the age of eight my life was forever impacted by my father’s battle with cancer. He suffered terribly, eventually dying 11 years later from this wretched disease. My teenage years were defined by poverty, neglect, abandonment and rejection. In my late teens I stepped into the darkness of drug addiction. For the next 2....
Both my parents had very strict Catholic backgrounds so as a child I knew of Jesus. I was a reluctant attendee of a Presbyterian boarding school during high school but as a teenager I wanted nothing to do with God or religion. I thought religion at best, was a fantasy and at its worst was a tool of control and manipulation. I wasn’t interested. Despite my disdain for Christia....
I started high diving when I was just eight years old. I fell in love with this amazing sport. A dream was birthed in my heart to represent Australia at the Olympics. I trained seven days a week and twice a day on weekends. I was sold out to the dream. In 1977 I had the amazing privilege of representing Australia at the World Diving Championships in Houston, Texas. I was 11 yea....
I am the eldest of 5 children and grew up in a volatile home environment. Mum and Dad did not get along at all. They got married because mum fell pregnant with me and as a result I felt like I was the reason for their unhappiness. Life was chaotic and unstable. From the age of six to eight years a much older boy sexually abused me. This only added to my feelings of shame &hel....
