Helping others.
On Sunday evening, as the church bell tolls for 7.30pm I see a young man reaching the 21 mile mark for the London marathon. His sweaty vest, emblazoned with ‘help for heroes’ is matted against his lean body. He is tired. Exhausted. Yet, I see an individual whose whole being is completely focussed on his commitment to his vision of completeling his race.
Sunday evening traffic roars past him. He brings his crutches forward again and again, his amputeed right leg swinging to his rhythm. Close behind him a friend pushes a wheelchair. Because, that’s what mates are for, isn’t it?









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