Wish Upon a Shooting Star

Even now, as an adult, I find myself wondering if wishing on a shooting star doesn’t in some way help solve the problems of the world.

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I have always been a dreamer. Even when I was a little kid my thoughts were always full of how my life could be different or of how the world could become a better place. Sometimes, after my mom had tucked me into bed with an instruction to stay in my bed no matter what, I’d sneak over to the large window in my bedroom and stare outside into space. I would find an area of the sky that was filled with the most stars and I would wait. I would whisper a wish (because wishes always had to be said out loud) and wait for a shooting star to fall and make my wish come true.

Sometimes my wishes would be for myself and other times I would make wishes for my friends or my family. I didn’t like it that my knee got all scraped up when I fell down on the playground, and I didn’t like it that other kids got made fun of if they had to wear glasses. So I would make wishes about things like these. I would wait on a shooting star in hopes that my mom would stop crying so much or so that my baby sister wouldn’t be sick all the time. I believed with all my heart that all it took for my dreams to come true was seeing a shooting star fall from the sky. I believed there was something magical about a shooting star, something in it that was the answer to peoples’ problems.

Even now, as an adult, I find myself wondering if wishing on a shooting star doesn’t in some way help solve the problems of the world. It seems like too many of my childhood wishes got answered for there to not be at least a little magic in a shooting star. Of course now my wishes are for bigger things like world peace or the eradication of all of the world’s poverty. I dream about a world without violence and about a world where every child is given a chance to live. And while most of the time these dreams never make it outside the walls of my own mind, every now and then I’ll be outside on a clear night and find myself gazing up to the sky and wishing my dreams out loud, just above a whisper.

I’m not sure if I keep looking for a shooting star because I really believe in its magic or if I’m just caught up in a habit from my childhood. Either way, I guess it is good for me to believe in the power of a little dreaming and of wishing upon a shooting star.

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Hendrik found core of depression; writes book – By Aletta Otto – Mpumalanga Beeld

It’s a reality. But it can be cured – here I am.

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The sun shines every day for Hendrik Duvenhage after his conversion lifted him from the hell of depression. He is 27 years old and suffered from depression over the past 13 years. “I despised myself for the mistakes in my life,” he said. He wrote a book about it and it’s available soon. In this book Hendrik reach to other depression suffers and those who do not suffer from depression so that people may have more understanding about depression and for depression sufferers. “I believe that depression can be cured. A person should just come to the core of the problem and liberation, “he said. Hendrik spent two years writing on his book, Depression and anxiety, Hartbeespoort Publishers in Cape Town starts on Monday with the printing of the book. “My book is not based on facts about depression. I wrote it from my own experience, because I believe I can help so many more people with it, “said Hendrik. He felt void with his problems “before the Lord, a God”. “I joined the Kingdom Life of Ministries and so people made me realize who I am and that Jesus died on the cross 2000 years ago for our sins and mine. “I prayed and told the Lord I suffer from depression and it’s been long enough that He should please give His wisdom to me so that I can overcome it.”Hendrik had plans for suicide several times in the past. His room, he says, was always so dark that he rather sleeps all the time then to go somewhere. Hendrik also sniffed benzene to escape from reality. He frequently changed jobs because he believed he was doing the work in question is not good enough. “I felt my bosses look behind my back all the time to see how I do my job. I have always felt that people do not like me – I never believed what they told me when I really got compliments, “he says. According to Hendrik many people are still under the impression that depression is just a “word in the dictionary”. “It’s not, it’s a reality. But it can be cured – here I am. ”