Sunday was my daughter’s birthday and late last night I found myself reflecting on how one event can change someone’s life forever. My life changed when my daughter was born. On her last birthday, however, I had no inkling that little more than ten days later my life would change again, almost overnight, and set me on a course I could never have imagined.

I started writing this blog entry to let off steam over those few in Palmerston North who are sending me messages, whining about the fact that I am part of a small team that has created an amazing resource for those affected by hurricane Katrina. Apparently, they have assumed that this means I am not honouring my responsibilities to Palmerston North. Isn’t it always the squeaky wheels making the most noise that people notice?

I’m not writing more about them except to say that those people who have shown their complete lack of compassion for others, and a preference for making swipes at me, will get no explanation or apology from me for anything I am doing.