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Nice Betty: A Legend Larger Than Life
Nice Betty: A Legend Larger Than Life
Nice Betty: A Legend Larger Than Life
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Nice Betty: A Legend Larger Than Life

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Patrick introduces us to a woman of character who overcame the rejection of her stepfather and the pain of being a poor orphan.

He has taken the stories that his mother told and blended it with real-life experiences as they happened.

The result is a riveting biography that details the struggle of raising six children during World War II and beyond.

Its about faith to believe that God would vindicate her and about the miracles she experienced along the way.

Betty overcame lifes challenges. The stage is set to inspire you to see the big picture:

God cannot fail.
LanguageEnglish
Release dateNov 15, 2012
ISBN9781477234228
Nice Betty: A Legend Larger Than Life
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Patrick Angelo

Patrick Angelo is the pastor of a growing church in Cape Town, South Africa. He has preached in churches around the globe, and wherever he tells his stories, people have asked him to write them down. His recent tour has been to England, but he prefers the missionary trips to Mozambique and Malawi. He preaches in Afrikaans on a TV channel called Kruiskyk. His passion is to leave a legacy for children. He regularly speaks to thousands of children at schools and does Bible studies with inmates at Porteville Prison.

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    Nice Betty - Patrick Angelo

    Chapter 1: HIDING THE PRICE

    Willie, help the sheep are gone and I can’t find them. Betty pleaded with her brother. It was his responsibility to keep the sheep from straying as Betty was far too young. She had kept a watchful eye on the ram that seemed to patrol more than forage. Why this insatiable interest? Why was she so distracted, watching this hormone driven beast parade the flock? The ram would part his lips, smelling and raising his head at an angle. He grunted with so much feigned displeasure that it seemed impossible for the mating process ever to start. Once he got going there was no stopping the mad ram.

    It was late afternoon; time for the sheep to return to their overnight kraal. Betty counted then for the umpteenth time . . . 148.

    There were nine missing. It was that old ram that distracted me, such a silly sheep she sobbed as she grabbed Willy’s arm.

    Don’t worry Betty; you go along the river and I will get up on the ridge and then we will meet at the Bosch’s farm gate. I will whistle and wave if I find them and you must do the same. Betty was comforted by her big brother but the fear of what lay ahead if they did not find the strays was causing her to tremble.

    Willie, you know I can’t whistle. I will shout if I see them but don’t go too far, I heard oom Jaap say that there are wild dogs and leopards up on the ridge. Be careful. She warned as she hurried down the dusty path. The bleak plain and the dry grass mocked her. The wind whispered: You’ll never find them. All the ‘What if’s’ plagued her mind. What if a wild dog or a leopard was waiting behind that bush? What if?

    The sun was setting as Willie climbed the karee tree near the Bosch’s homestead. Suddenly he saw them. He whistled and waved as he watched Betty running up the path. He could see the fear in her eyes . . .

    I can see seven of them. They are going down to the river. We must hurry Betty; it’s going to be dark soon! He shouted as he clasped her hand in his.

    The sun had set as they chased the strays through the gate. Willie noticed his ten year old sister sobbing: He’s going to give me a hiding and it’s not my fault.

    She was right. Oupa was waiting with a leather shambuck. He had counted the sheep and there were eight missing. The strays that returned after dark did not gladden his heart. Now one sheep was missing. To him, that was one too many. He was foul tempered by nature and tonight he was even more annoyed that the children were late and his supper was cold because he had to wait.

    You will stay with the sheep and not come home until everyone is found. He laid into them swinging the leather strap above his head, swearing and cursing. Their screams and tears fueled his anger, as he sent them off to bed without supper.

    Blame shifting was not their solution. Willie started sulking. I’m going to run away and never come back, a hiding over one silly sheep.

    He sobbed as he gently pulled the blanket over his bleeding shoulder.

    After her first four lashes Betty had crept under the bed, too afraid of the bony figured man whose voice was still resounding through the house. Those wild dogs will feast again tonight, and then again tomorrow night and on and on till forever comes and all because those little bastards have no sense of responsibility.

    The next morning Oupa went down to the kraal with his counting rod.

    As the sheep passed by, he meticulously counted them. His eyes widened and a smile spread across his face: Now how about that! It’s a miracle they are all there he said, confused and angered by the blunder of the previous night. "I will have to check again tonight.

    I must have counted wrong." he mumbled, trying to seek justification for the actions of the previous night.

    Betty had counted them. They were all there, all 157 of them. (Luke 15: 3-7)

    Chapter 2: TRADING IN KIND!

    Betty was 12 years old when Oupa decided to move to Lichtenburg. The rumour of a diamond find at Bakersfield had attracted dozens of transient treasure hunters. They all came with great expectations, but were soon disillusioned by the reality of low finds and a diamond buyer called Goldstein. He traded in livestock, building materials and furniture. His pricing policy changed with each stone. It was here that Betty’s mom, Huibrecht found work for them. Cleaning houses for the wealthy barons included babysitting, shining the brass, plus washing and ironing. Betty loved the au pair part, but deep down; she wanted to go to

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