I stumbled upon this photo today. I dropped it on my son's Facebook page a moment ago, joking that this was "when he was still cute" (he is on the right in this photo). He already was a character then. That is of course his mother Mirjam on the left. OBSERVATION: This was during a ten-year ministry in Port Elizabeth. Mirjam told me just before she died: "I can trace my illness back to his birth." I never learnt what she meant by that. That is more than twenty years.