I was conceived.
I was born.
I was raised.
Then I died... Mentally.
Nine months I lay in darkness, not knowing whats to come my way.
Within seconds I came into this world, not knowing my surroundings.
A lifetime I grew up as I sinner, not knowing wich road leads to eternal life.
Then it happend... I died mentally.
Alot had came my way, but none of those stuff gave my life meaning.
My surroundings had become more clear to me, but still I dont know them yet.
Two roads separated by religion grew with me, but still I cant decide wich one to take.
Death took my soul, not physical... but Mentally.
Meaning was given to me in the nine months I lay in the womb.
Surroundings became part of me the day I was born.
Religion grew on me and I decided to take the long, narrow road.
God took over my life... I was born, mentally and physically.
I died... Mentally.
I was raised by wrong choices.
I was born again.
Then I got conceived... As a child of God.
In South Africa today security plays a vital part in any business or private home. This book and the volumes to follow, will guide you step by step through the essential precautionary measures to be taken in protecting your family and valuables. From employing security guards, evacuation of your site and security measures to burglar bars and alarms in your private home.
a Book compiled by me from experience gained after 10 years in the security industry as Industrial relations officer with Nosa qualifications, 1st Aid, fire protection and also S.O.B. grade A.
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