whenever i needed comfort and solace as a kid, it would be waiting only a flight of stairs away. i’d sneak into my granddad’s room and within a couple of minutes i would sip away on a mug of hot ovomaltine sitting in one of his chairs. grandad died 12 years ago and the only ovomaltine i get today is from a coffee-dispenser down in the hall. it rattles and hums but it doesn’t give comfort and advice to a 27-year-old that doesn’t know what to do with his life.
i believe.
Stefan – I used to drink milo with my grandad who also died 12 years ago (next week). He didn’t have all the answers, but in those moments it sure felt like it. Em
Seit ich dich kenne, hat der “liebe Gott” immer wunderbar auf dich ge-schaut und dich auch geführt – lass dich fallen, vertraue und habe geduld – dein Weg findet sich. Du hast nie geglaubt Journalist zu werden, erinnere mich an ein Gespräch in einer engen Kaffeeküche und jetzt schau, wo du bist – das ist nur ein Aspekt deines jungen Lebens – außerhalb dieses Jobs hast du noch so viele Begabungen, vertraue und probiere. Never give up!