A Mother's Journey

❤️ After surviving such a frightening experience, we can turn his recovery into a counting of blessings—celebrating not only that he survived, but every step toward healing, restoration, confidence, and a return home.
🌸 101 Blessings for His Healing Journey
The blessing of being alive.
The blessing of surviving the attack.
The blessing that he was found.
The blessing of immediate help.
The blessing of medical care.
The blessing of skilled doctors.
The blessing of caring nurses.
The blessing of medicines that support healing.
The blessing of wounds beginning to close.
The blessing of pain becoming lighter.
The blessing of strength returning to his body.
The blessing of every successful treatment.
The blessing of every bandage changed.
The blessing of every wound carefully cleaned.
The blessing of infection being prevented or treated.
The blessing of his body knowing how to heal.
The blessing of restful sleep.
The blessing of waking up another day.
The blessing of being able to smile again.
The blessing of being able to laugh again.
The blessing of his beautiful young life being preserved.
The blessing of family standing beside him.
The blessing of people praying for him.
The blessing of people who care about his recovery.
The blessing of people who refuse to give up on him.
The blessing of courage.
The blessing of resilience.
The blessing of hope.
The blessing of patience.
The blessing of strength for difficult days.
The blessing of comfort when he is afraid.
The blessing of peace when memories return.
The blessing of freedom from fear.
The blessing of emotional healing.
The blessing of healing beyond what can be seen.
The blessing of his heart becoming peaceful again.
The blessing of learning that the world still has kindness.
The blessing of discovering how loved he is.
The blessing of people celebrating every improvement.
The blessing of every small victory.
The blessing of being able to sit comfortably again.
The blessing of being able to stand again.
The blessing of being able to walk again.
The blessing of being able to use his hands.
The blessing of his body becoming stronger.
The blessing of his appetite returning.
The blessing of nourishment.
The blessing of clean water.
The blessing of a safe place to recover.
The blessing of a bed to rest in.
The blessing of gentle hands caring for him.
The blessing of every reassuring word.
The blessing of every encouraging message.
The blessing of every prayer whispered for him.
The blessing of every person who has contributed to his healing.
The blessing of his family’s strength.
The blessing of protection going forward.
The blessing of renewed confidence.
The blessing of courage to face what happened.
The blessing of not allowing the experience to define his future.
The blessing of returning to school when he is ready.
The blessing of seeing his friends again.
The blessing of playing again.
The blessing of enjoying childhood again.
The blessing of discovering new dreams.
The blessing of laughter with friends.
The blessing of ordinary days becoming precious.
The blessing of waking up without fear.
The blessing of walking outside confidently again.
The blessing of feeling safe again.
The blessing of rebuilding trust.
The blessing of emotional support.
The blessing of compassionate people around him.
The blessing of his story bringing awareness.
The blessing of his experience inspiring compassion.
The blessing of his survival giving hope to others.
The blessing of every person who says, “You are not alone.”
The blessing of every person who chooses kindness.
The blessing of every day bringing further recovery.
The blessing of scars becoming reminders of survival rather than defeat.
The blessing of looking in the mirror and seeing a survivor.
The blessing of discovering how strong he truly is.
The blessing of courage he didn't know he possessed.
The blessing of a future that remains open before him.
The blessing of opportunities still waiting for him.
The blessing of dreams that were not taken away.
The blessing of education.
The blessing of friendship.
The blessing of family.
The blessing of community.
The blessing of protection.
The blessing of restoration.
The blessing of renewed joy.
The blessing of renewed confidence.
The blessing of renewed hope.
The blessing of every scar healing beautifully.
The blessing of every painful memory becoming softer with time.
The blessing of being surrounded by love.
The blessing of coming home when the time is right.
The blessing of a second chance at ordinary, beautiful childhood days.
The greatest blessing of all: he is still here, still healing, still loved, and still has a future ahead of him. ❤️
“Nnete comes home to heal.”
And perhaps this campaign can remind everyone that healing is not just the closing of wounds—it is the return of hope, confidence, laughter and life. 🌸❤️

LITABA TSE RE FANG TŠEPO: NNETE O TLA KHUTLELA LESOTHO NAKOANA ❤️

Re thabela ho arolelana litaba tse re fang tšepo: lingaka li lumelletse Nnete h**e a khutlele hae Lesotho nakoana, h**e ’mele oa hae o fumane nako ea ho phomola le ho fola pele ho liopereishene tse latelang.

Nnete o se a fetile liopereisheneng tse ngata, ’me ’mele oa hae o hloka nako ea ho fumana matla hape.

Sena ha se bolele h**e kalafo e felile. Leeto la hae le ntse le le lelelele, ’me liopereishene tse ling, tlhokomelo le rehabilitation li ntse li latela.

Empa kajeno re keteka mohato ona ka tšepo. Re se re fihlile hole ka lebaka la tšehetso ea lona—’me re kopa h**e re tsoele pele hammoho ho fihlela Nnete a fumana monyetla o motle oa ho hlaphoheloa.

Tsoelang pele ho fana le ho arolelana ka mekhoa ea semmuso ea Help Nnete Heal.

Ha re otlolleng letsoho la thuso. | Let’s extend a helping hand.

www.helpnneteheal.org.ls

My Thursday evening 🥰

Let's continue joining hands to help N'ete.

Help save ’Nete’s future

At just 12 years old, ’Nete should be focused on school, friends, and dreams for the future. Instead, he is currently in ICU after suffering a devastating dog attack that has left him with life-threatening injuries.

His recovery journey will be long and will require specialist medical care, reconstructive surgeries, medication, and rehabilitation.

If you are unable to donate, please consider sharing his story. Your share could reach someone who is able to make a life-changing difference.

Let’s come together and show ’Nete and his family that they are not alone.
🔗 BackaBuddy link: https://www.backabuddy.co.za/campaign/help-save-nete

Dear Tumy Mmabatho Senoko

I am lying here thinking about the day you were born back in 1984, with all that pure, quiet snow blanketing the world. It feels so far away from where I am standing right now.To be completely honest, my heart is heavy today. Sometimes, when I think about you being at peace in heaven, a part of me feels jealous. It hurts to imagine you being happy, whole, and completely okay when I am down here feeling so broken and empty without you. It feels unfair that the world keeps moving, that heaven keeps celebrating, while I am left behind carrying the crushing weight of missing you.

I miss your laugh, your presence, and the warmth you brought into my life. The love I have for you hasn't changed, but the pain of your absence is overwhelming today. I am trying to find comfort in knowing you are safe and free from any sorrow, but I just really wish you were here with me instead.

With all my love, always,
Lebzana 🫂🫂🥰🥰

He wrote a beautiful Mother’s Day card to his Mom 6 months before she passed on. The words, "I missed you through the exams," and "I want you to never die," eish..... Mama, I hope you are looking over your boys! How I WISH parents stayed longer, every parent!!

48 years of being a present and intentional father.

Ntate, alongside Mme, you nurtured, groomed, guided, and loved us through every season of life.

You filled our fridges, bought the 48kg gas that kept our home warm, paid our school fees, taught us life lessons, and counseled us when we needed wisdom. You carried our burdens long before we knew how heavy they were. I still remember you walking me to school, carrying my heavy school bag when I started Form 1, and walking me to Class 7 at 5 a.m. on cold winter mornings, sometimes through snow, simply to make sure I arrived safely.

You were never afraid to correct us when we went astray, to discipline bad behavior, and to redirect our paths toward becoming better people. Your love was not only spoken—it was demonstrated through sacrifice, consistency, protection, provision, and presence. Today, I honor and celebrate you, Mofokeng. Thank you for every step you walked with us, every lesson you taught us, and every sacrifice you made for our future. I am forever grateful to call you my father, my patriach, and my protector. Happy Father's Day. ❤️🙏🏾👑

Can you still feel loved when someone loves you in their own way, not the way you expect to be loved?

Would you send this to your boss?