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ndani kyema, My Story - Ray Moore 113
and gave Mike a big cuddle and welcomed him to ‘our place’! Bev says I hardly paid
any attention to her, but I beg to differ.
For the next two days I literally felt as if I was walking a foot off the ground. It was a
delicious, delirious and sometime debilitating experience.
We were proud of Mike. Even though he did not do well at High School, it seemed to
us that he was bored. He became enthusiastic about studying Law, but the teacher
soon knocked that out of him, and that was the end of his interest. After school he
eventually found work with the local Psychiatric Hospital and became a psychiatric
student in the days before patients were placed in the community. He was able to
make a a lot of fun and interest out of what could have been a pretty mundane job.
Due to the accidental death of an elderly patient and the bitterness and misreporting
of another nurse, Mike unfortunately had to spend 6 months in prison. Again we
were proud of the way he handled a situation that could have left him scarred, but it
didn’t and the family supported him, especially his wife Louise.
The result of this was that he could no longer work in the nursing field, but a really
positive outcome of this was that it gave Mike the chance to become the principal
carer for their son Scot, who suffers from a chromosomal disorder. He has
unselfishly given his love to Scot and to Jessica and Brent, Scot’s older siblings.
Now I was a family man, and we were to have four children, one born in each of the
four churches that I pastored. After Michael, came Carolynne Marie, born in
Bethesda Hospital in Richmond while we were at the Abbotsford Baptist Church. This
time there was no problem about letting me know, and once again I was able to have
a welcoming cuddle in the nursery when I arrived. A boy and a girl – the perfect
family! What more could we want? For Bev it was like coming home as Bethesda
was where she had done her nursing training.
We were living in a rather posh house that had belonged to a former mayor of
Collingwood, which looked out onto a park. There was a kindergarten just a block
away where we could take Michael, and we had some adoring grandparents who
could look after Carolynne, while I went to University and Bev worked as a District
Nurse.
Carolynne went on to do her nursing training in Ballarat, followed by midwifery and
she also has made us proud as she has shown exceptional qualities as a nurse and
administrator. In recent years she has added her Masters in Nursing and a Graduate
Diploma in Public Health.
She and Simon have been exemplary parents and their family reflect the results of
this love and wisdom.
Our next church was at Euroa, and here Andrew David was born. The little hospital
was only a few hundred metres from our manse so it was not hard to keep track of
what was going on. I think the feeling of wonderment and a deep sense of the
and gave Mike a big cuddle and welcomed him to ‘our place’! Bev says I hardly paid
any attention to her, but I beg to differ.
For the next two days I literally felt as if I was walking a foot off the ground. It was a
delicious, delirious and sometime debilitating experience.
We were proud of Mike. Even though he did not do well at High School, it seemed to
us that he was bored. He became enthusiastic about studying Law, but the teacher
soon knocked that out of him, and that was the end of his interest. After school he
eventually found work with the local Psychiatric Hospital and became a psychiatric
student in the days before patients were placed in the community. He was able to
make a a lot of fun and interest out of what could have been a pretty mundane job.
Due to the accidental death of an elderly patient and the bitterness and misreporting
of another nurse, Mike unfortunately had to spend 6 months in prison. Again we
were proud of the way he handled a situation that could have left him scarred, but it
didn’t and the family supported him, especially his wife Louise.
The result of this was that he could no longer work in the nursing field, but a really
positive outcome of this was that it gave Mike the chance to become the principal
carer for their son Scot, who suffers from a chromosomal disorder. He has
unselfishly given his love to Scot and to Jessica and Brent, Scot’s older siblings.
Now I was a family man, and we were to have four children, one born in each of the
four churches that I pastored. After Michael, came Carolynne Marie, born in
Bethesda Hospital in Richmond while we were at the Abbotsford Baptist Church. This
time there was no problem about letting me know, and once again I was able to have
a welcoming cuddle in the nursery when I arrived. A boy and a girl – the perfect
family! What more could we want? For Bev it was like coming home as Bethesda
was where she had done her nursing training.
We were living in a rather posh house that had belonged to a former mayor of
Collingwood, which looked out onto a park. There was a kindergarten just a block
away where we could take Michael, and we had some adoring grandparents who
could look after Carolynne, while I went to University and Bev worked as a District
Nurse.
Carolynne went on to do her nursing training in Ballarat, followed by midwifery and
she also has made us proud as she has shown exceptional qualities as a nurse and
administrator. In recent years she has added her Masters in Nursing and a Graduate
Diploma in Public Health.
She and Simon have been exemplary parents and their family reflect the results of
this love and wisdom.
Our next church was at Euroa, and here Andrew David was born. The little hospital
was only a few hundred metres from our manse so it was not hard to keep track of
what was going on. I think the feeling of wonderment and a deep sense of the
