In 1932, inspired by a sermon he’d heard, the illiterate Arthur started walking the streets of
and writing the word Eternity for everyone to see. Over the next 35 years, he and his beautiful copperplate gift became something of a Sydney icon. Sydney
|this memorial is now embedded in the footpath in |
Without chalking but definitely having walked the talk, there are many people from my past who have remained with me; voices in my memory telling me something over and over that it seems I once needed to learn and often need to consider today.
One workmate was a quiet man who usually participated in conversations by remaining silent. Occasionally, though, in appropriate places, he would say quite sincerely “Nobody’s perfect”.
Another workmate, who proved to be an enduring friend, often had cause to say “It’s not a competition, you know”.
The Other is a woman I find inspiring for many, many reasons. Just one of the things I hear her voice whisper to me throughout my day – for example while waiting on my own for a train that has not actually been cancelled – is the question:
“Are we having fun yet?”