🛠️ He Toi Whakairo, He Mana Tangata
“If I worked my hands in wood, would you still love me?”
The Carpenter’s Legacy
Raised in the rhythm of the mahi, conjoined to the wood and the tools. My father was a man of placid strength, a carpenter who named the strays and found his voice in the music. He taught me that even when the "parasite" tries to steal the conversation, the man remains the priority.
Standing With My Colleague:
Today, I stand with my friend—fiercely independent and facing a scary road. We remind ourselves that in every conversation, we are the priority, not the illness. We speak to the man, not the parasite.
The Progression of Hope:
D --> C --> G --> D
"Save my love for loneliness, save my love for sorrow"
The Wero (The Challenge)
Our tāne face this battle five years earlier than others. We stand in the gap for them—from the hundred-dollar car ride back to the BOP to the quiet moments of care.
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