This morning I was caught off guard.
Not because Mandela had passed away…
After all, when we’d heard of his ill health earlier in the year… We knew the end was near.
The reality is that he isn’t immortal (even though I sometimes suspected he had the potential to carry on forever).

So the news didn’t surprise me, but I was taken aback by my need to mourn him…
Really mourn him…
…like a family member kind of mourn him.

I was caught off guard by the tears that were rolling down my cheek as I drove home…
Someone who is essentially a stranger to me, had managed to impact me this way…
And then it hit me…
He was the nations father…
And as someone who is very much a part of this nation – obviously I would need to mourn him…
He’s my Tata…
…Our Tata!
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Tata… I admire your courage…
That you knew what your calling was… And that you had the courage to choose to do it!
You truly did make a difference in this world… In my world!

Tata… You inspire me to search for how I too can make a difference in this world…

“There is no passion to be found playing small – in settling for a life that is less than you are capable of living” – Madiba

My hope is that we (as Leaders, and as a nation) also manage to find our BIG life…
That we all stop playing small… And rather rock our inner awesomeness…
Find the courage we need to move past all of our fears… And explore our edge

Let us all be driven by our hopes… Not our fears
…and step into what we’ve been called to do.

Rest well Tata…
You are truly free now!
…Catch you on the flip side.