Behind Closed Doors

On my walk today I got talking to a bloke; he asked me how I was doing and what I was up to these days. This wasn't out of the ordinary, I had spoken to him many times before and simply saw him as a devoted family man.

I began to tell him about my book (Waiting for Wings - A Story of Hope) and he told me that him and his wife have taken in, and are caring for, an 18 month old boy with a brain disease.

He told me to follow him to his dining-room window. He knocked on the window and somebody from inside opened it.

He told me to poke my head in and see the boy they were caring for (unfortunately I've forgotten his name). A carer came to the window holding a boy with tubes coming out of his nose.

'Doctors gave him 6 months to live,' he said to me. 'It's been 18 months so far, in fact, it's nineteen now.' He smiled proudly.

I was really touched by this.

'They call him the miracle boy,' he said.

It made me think how we go about judging people, yet we have no idea what really goes on behind closed doors. Next time you find yourself judging someone, stop and just think for a moment that they might be looking after a miracle child back at home.

An open heart is capable of giving an infinite amount.

Waiting for Wings - A Story of Hope

I've been meaning to update this blog for a while now and something always seems to get in the way.

So here goes . . . . . . . . . .

My book, Waiting for Wings - A Story of Hope, is now available as a download on amazon.

The book is based on true events. A good friend of mine died at the age of 22 back in '08 of a brain tumour. Before he died I told him I would write a book about him. So, as a gift, I wrote the book for his family. I realised that the book had the potential to comfort people when they're dealing with the death of a loved one, or if they themselves find that they have a degenerative disease.

My intention for the book is to give hope, inspiration, comfort and to diminish some of the fear that comes with the process we call death. It is my wish that a bit of light be shone on this taboo topic.

I hope you find it inspiring.

Please click on the link below which will take you straight to the book.

Many thanks.

https://www.amazon.co.uk/Waiting-Wings-Story-Hope-ebook/dp/B005CKB7VO/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1311865343&sr=1-1

Bird Suit

Whilst on my walk today I passed a dead black bird.

Next to it somebody had written on the pavement 'R.I.P BLACK BIRD'.

The thing is, it's no longer a bird. I've come to realise that there isn't such a thing as a dead anything, for as soon as any life form makes the transition we call death, it leaves the form (the form that we mistook it for) and moves on.

So therefore, the dead black bird was no longer a black bird, so we can't call it a dead black bird. Well, we can, but it would be errornous.

So what can we call it?

An empty form.

Which is a form that no longer contains spirit.

When people go and see their dead relatives, how many of them say 'It just wasn't them'?

That's because it wasn't them!

We mistook the cage for the bird!

We mistook the car for the driver!

'You can't have a universe without mind entering into it.' Dr. Fred Alan Wolf - Quantum Physicist.

You are not a man suit.

You are mind.

And for that reason, you will never be a dead human being.