My Rural Story

I was workingwith a couple of women who were managing a diabetic support group, a support group for people with diabetes. We were going up to the other end of the island that was about two or three hours drive. Somehow, I ended up driving the big troop carrier. Amazingly enough, we started with three people, ended up with about 15 including my two kids - they were always coming with me. Anyway, driving, driving, driving, we get to this big, what we call a jump up, a bit over a sandy rise. BANG! Straight into this wallaby, killed it. I was traumatised! I was a vegetarian, my oldest son was traumatised because he hated seeing things hurt. But the rest of the peoplewhowere therewere so happy. That story is still told today, how after all those years, Robyn finally did something useful. That was a real wake up, I thought they were just laughing at me, which they were, but the council president came around and said ‘finally, Yapa, you’re doing something useful, thank you, thank you, thank you’. I went: ‘OK, if I’d have known it was that easy I would have run over a few kangaroos a bit earlier!’ ‘

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