“Doctors in Norway have been told to conduct more thorough evaluations of very frail elderly patients in line to receive the Pfizer BioNTec vaccine against covid-19, following the deaths of 23 patients shortly after receiving the vaccine.” Source: BMJ

https://www.bmj.com/content/372/bmj.n149

Clearly, knowing that the vaccine was released much earlier than usual, we need to be concerned here and find out more. We can’t simply “not be overly concerned” as an Australian government official said this morning of TV. There is indeed a finite chance that the vaccine which is intended to save lives is actually also taking some lives. The absence of serious concern bears resemblance of a Trump-like approach to the matter. This is just not good enough. While Trump is soon off the screen – Trumpism is not – at least in Australia!

Real Life Stories

January 18, 2021 / dieterpelz / Leave a comment

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The weaver‘s answer

January 17, 2021January 17, 2021 / dieterpelz / Leave a comment

Weaver of life, let me look and see
The pattern of my life gone by
Shown on your tapestry
Just for one second, one glance upon your loom
The flower of my childhood could have fit within this room
Does it of my youth show, tears of yesterday?
Broken hearts, within a heart, as love first came my way
Do the lifeline patterns change as I became a man
An added aura untold blend as I asked for her hand
Did your golden needle sew it, thread virginial white
As long as we embrace as one upon our wedding night
Did you capture all the joys the birth of our first son?
The happiness of family made a brother for the one
The growing of the brothers, the manliness that grew
Is it there in detail? Is it their to view?
Do the sparks of life grow bright as one by one they wed?
To live as fathers, husbands, apart from lives they’ve led
Are my lover’s threads cut off when aged she laid to rest
My sorrow blacking out a space upon thou woven crest
A gathering for the last time as her coffin slowly lain
Ash to ashes, dust to dust, one day we will regain
Does it show, does it swipe, grandchildren on my knee
But only hearing laughter when age took my sight from me
Lastly through these last few years of loneliness maybe
Does it by sight a shooting star fade from your tapestry
Wait there in the distance, over your loom I think I see
Could it be that after all my prayers you’ve answered me?
After days of wondering I see the reason why
You kept it to this minute, for I’m about to die
Weaver of life
At last now I can see
The patterns of my life gone by, shown on your tapestry