Dimakatso was training to work at one of our orphan day centres/creches scheduled to open in May. She and another lady have been working at another creche, training and learning in preparation to run the new centre.
Yesterday Dimakatso had a stroke and died. She can't have been more than thirty years old.
I wanted to blog about her because too many South Africans die unnoticed. There are so many who do their part to make a difference, who love this country, who love the people and are a bright spot in the midst of hardship. Too many of them have lost their lives to AIDS, to violence, or in the case of Dimakatso, a freak stroke.
When someone famous dies, the media makes a huge deal. I want the world to know that Dimakatso died. That she was someone special. That she is now rejoicing in heaven with her Maker. That maybe she didn't get any recognition here on earth, but she made the most of her one life, even if it was short. And isn't that the best that any of us can do?
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thank you for sharing about Dimakatso. It makes me think of those names in the scriptures that receive a small mention, but you don't know much about. I rejoice with the angels as they welcome Dimakatso. I grieve with you in her loss to this world. She did as the Lord asked her and that is all any of us is meant to do. Her life has touched mine in her example.
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