One of the most inspirational and wonderful people died this morning. I so want to hug his mum – how very sad and yet proud must she feel. Her son gave us, as a nation and beyond, something to think about – a bit of perspective and showed what a person, young though he was, could achieve with limited resources. He was dying, for goodness sake, and yet raised a few million before he left us so that more good can be done.
Perspective feels like a word to keep in mind today and indeed everyday when the various downs seem to take over, as they have of late. My children are both healthy and happy. I have a home and food and wherewithall to work my way beyond things being crappy. I am not poor. I have friends who love me and who are there at the end of a mouse or a phone should I need them. My spine still lets me get about and allows me periods of feeling well. My husband loves me in his way.
Thanks to Stephen I’ve had a word with myself about letting stuff depress me. And thanks to him I am going to write something here every day. There are things to be glad about all the time – every day. Writing them down will remind me and keep them to the fore. And who knows, perhaps it may help someone else do something similar.
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