When we moved house some years back, I threw away a pile of old greeting cards I’d received, but I kept three.
My workmates signed this and gave it to me when I left a directorship in the public service to go to theology college. Maybe they thought theology college was like an outhouse at the end of the known universe?
My Mum sent me this. Perhaps she had in mind for me the quiet life of a scholar; cups of tea and books in the drawing room. I wish. Sigh.
This card goes back to 1976. My family gave me it just before I boarded a plane to fly to Sabah where I worked as a volunteer librarian for two years; my first time overseas and I was going for two years. This was just the message I needed.