Blurb

In a crisis torn, South American country, only little Ann's faith, her determination, and one young woman could help keep her dreams of escape alive.

A true story...
Find a synopsis and other details about Sunday’s Child at my confidence blog (linked). Read excerpts here: List of Books on Amazon
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No Recalling The Human Design



Toyota has now recalled more than 8 million cars because of several little faults in the design. Various defects have meant that the cars cannot possibly function the way they're meant to. We all know cars are made to do one thing. You can't ask them to do the washing up. You won't expect them to manage an office or raise kids. You certainly won't ask your car to volunteer at the youth centre on Wednesday nights. No. Cars enable us to do one thing - drive.


Several intelligent and talented men and women designed and planned, then manufactured cars. A defect in the design means they can no longer be driven safely. We expect that cars, even though they only do one thing, are a product of intelligent design. One oversight, and they're no good.


Yet,


I'm expected to believe that I, a person who's able to:
Cool myself down when I'm overheating by just producing water through millions of radiators all over my body.
Lessen the tension when my gears are being changed too fast, by leaking fluids through my headlights.
Start, stop and reverse automatically (without having to use gears) by just using my engine to think it.
See obstacles in my path and go around them in fine motor precision.
Observe barriers behind me and turn around without having to back up.
Track and acknowledge other 'machines' around me and communicate with them by just opening my bonnet.
Crouch down and stand tall in just one simple movement.
Go from 0 to full blast in split seconds.
Do cold starts every time without fail.
Use my snow tracks to get through high snow without going off course.
Honk my (versatile) horn as softly or loudly as I want to.
Transform into different machines whenever necessary, and as frequently as required.
Heal my own bumps and scrapes by growing a new body work in mere days. 
Release any rattling in my gear box merely by blowing off steam from either of two strategically placed exhaust pathways.
Carry hundreds of passengers inside my shell for as long as I want to.
Drive on no fuel if required.


A car with only one purpose doesn't just 'happen.' It can't be slapped together or banged into existence. Behind its creation (for it was created) was a precise, intentional and intelligent design. This is made clearer by the aftermath demonstrated by these recent, little oversights. 


It's natural to accept that an intelligent being created the car but not me?
A dumb organism 'decided' he was going to become me one day and just did? 
Please explain below how this is so. 


I Discovered England!




You heard me. I came to live in England some years ago, and as far as I'm concerned, I have discovered it and all the people living in it. All that's left for me to do now is to stick my flag somewhere in the ground and rename it with something like, Anneland


Surely, you don't think I'm mad. After all, European 'explorers' (or posh pirates - whatever you want to call them) went to different lands all over the earth and 'discovered' them. Sure, they were people already living there. I'll agree that they had their own culture and sustained living for hundreds of years prior to the 'discovery.' Okay, I suppose I also have to accept that many of them, like the talented South Americans had established empires and impressive building and engineering experience. 
How does that matter? If people in the past could've legally 'discovered' these countries, be paid for it and given titles for the discovery, then, so should I!


So, I'm officially going to discover England. I'll fashion a flag, stick it in the ground, and apply to be named as the person who found it. I suppose I won't bother with trying to make the people work for me and give me their gold. Times are hard and I heard many of them have already sold their spare gold online. The hardest thing now is coming up with a suitable name. The natives tend to call it 'England' but that name is so yesterday. I'm thinking something fresh and exciting. Something more... me!


What do you reckon, Anneland or Annieland? Which sounds better? Or maybe we could do a Columbus and go with something like Annebia (like Columbia). 
Don't tell me this is not a good idea. Thousands of people, including kings and queens thought it was great! Don't diss us.



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