by Yvette van Niekerk The Golden Silence of the Tomb "Can you see anything?" The whisper broke the heavy silence of the valley. Howard Carter’s eyes strained, adjusting to the ancient, velvet darkness. For a moment, the air seemed to hold its breath. Then, as the light of his candle flickered against the shadows, his voice failed him. Before him lay a dazzling array of gold, treasures untouched by time. For centuries, the sands of Egypt had swallowed the secrets of the Pharaohs. Grave robbers had come and gone; archaeologists had surrendered to the heat and the hopelessness. By all accounts, Howard Carter’s mission was doomed. He had only scraps of evidence and a decade of "no." But he did not turn back. On November 26, 1922, three thousand years of waiting ended. Because one man refused to stop digging, the world gazed upon the golden mask of Tutankhamun. A river does not cut through rock because of its power, but because of its persistence. The Weight of t...
"May the best day of your past Be the worst day of your future." My Dad always wished me this Irish Blessing and I want it to matter today and every other day in my life.