A great man died yesterday, I only use great rarely when describing someone or something. He survived World War Two as a tankie (average war time life expectancy was not long), during the first covid lock down he decided to walk 100 laps of his garden to raise some money for the National Health Service he was aged 99 at the time. During the final year of his life he raised 33 million pounds for the charity, he engaged a nation with his humility and humbleness, he became a honouree coronel in the army, became honouree member of the English cricket team, was knighted by the Queen, reached number one on the British download singles. Today flags in the country fly at half mast, messages from political leaders all over the world flood in. The word inspirational does not do him justice.
And I quote:
‘We will get through it in the end but it might take time, but at the end of the day we shall all be OK again… the sun will shine on you again and the clouds will go away.’
‘Let’s try not to get downhearted, we will get through this, whatever is thrown at us and together we can ensure that tomorrow will be a good day.’
We can choose to make ripples in a pond, we can watch as those ripples spread out only to dissipate or we can impact and place seeds of a new start and new beginning when we all move through to the other side of our current pandemic. Some of us will choose to make small ripples and watch the chaos occur, some will choose to plant a seed to germinate into something beautiful. I hope that some of the things I have written in the past will plant a seed make you think and inspire those who are unsure to embrace who they are and make good choices.
May my ripples be seeds of beauty and not ripples of caustic disruption.
Floradragon
