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  • If She Loves You Now What Else Matters

    Bob Marley once said:

    “You may not be her first,
    her last, or her only.

    She loved before
    she may love again.

    But if she loves you now,
    what else matters?

    She’s not perfect—you aren’t either,
    and the two of you may never be perfect together
    but if she can make you laugh,
    cause you to think twice,
    and admit to being human and making mistakes,
    hold onto her and give her the most you can.

    She may not be thinking about you every second of the day,
    but she will give you a part of her
    that she knows you can break—her heart.

    So don’t hurt her,
    don’t change her,
    don’t analyze and
    don’t expect more than she can give.

    Smile when she makes you happy,
    let her know when she makes you mad,
    and miss her when she’s not there.

    Love with your whole being when you receive love.
    Because there are no perfect girls, but there will always be a girl who is perfect for you..” ❤ ❤ 🙂

  • The NHS Is NOT A Charity

    Is no one else absolutely furious that they’re being gaslit into believing the NHS is a charity that is funded by donations from working class people?

    That a 99 year old man dragging himself up and down a patch of grass is being celebrated? It is nothing to celebrate. It is not a great example of The Great British Blitz Spirit. That’s what the government and the press who prop them up want you to think so you don’t notice their catastrophic failings. It is a stain on this government and the way this country is being run. It is utterly shameful.

    Why are we not furious that a pregnant nurse died when she shouldn’t have been at work in the first place while Sicknote Johnson lords it up at his country manor? That care workers are being rewarded for their work with the honour of paying for a fucking badge?

    We are being asked to do our bit and dig into our pockets to pay for a service that we already pay for. It is not a charity. You are being asked to pay for the shortcomings of this government. It’s not fucking Comic Relief. Maybe the nasty party should ask their billionaire mates to dig deep or even perhaps pay the taxes that they owe in the first place? The left always knew the last election was literally a matter of life or death and we are seeing it every day and it’s the worst thing to be proven right about. Those of you who voted this utterly disgraceful government into power should be absolutely ashamed of yourselves.

    ETA: Those of you arguing on MY post that I shouldn’t be making it political, EVERYTHING IS POLITICAL. Existing is a political act when you’re not a white, middle class, heterosexual, cisgendered man.

    I wasn’t expecting so many people to se this post so I’ll add this for clarity:

    VOTE THE TORIES OUT.
    FUND THE NHS.
    GIVE A DAMN

    Credit https://www.facebook.com/lauren.mittell

  • Whether You Lost Your Baby At Any Stage

    Whether you lost your baby at 6 weeks.
    Whether you lost your baby at 12 weeks.
    Whether you lost your baby at 16 weeks.
    Whether you lost your baby at 20 weeks.

    Whether it is your first loss.
    Whether it is your second loss.
    Whether it is your third loss.
    Whether is is your fourth loss.

    Whether you have not had a child.
    Whether you already have a child.
    Whether you have two children.
    Whether you have three children or more.

    Whether you lost your baby in your teens.
    Whether you lost your baby in your twenties.
    Whether you lost your baby in your thirties.
    Whether you lost your baby in your forties.

    Whether you lost your baby through ivf.
    Whether you lost your baby through unplanned pregnancy.
    Whether you lost your baby through planned pregnancy.
    Whether you lost your baby through surrogacy.

    Your pregnancy loss matters.
    Your grief matters.
    Your tears matter.
    You matter.

    ❤ 🕊 ❤ #ShareInMemory ❤ 🕊 ❤

  • Brilliant Words From A School Principal

    Brilliant words from a School Principal I can’t love it enough.

    COVID-19 Kids – what if?
    When people say kids are going to be ‘behind’ I say, behind what?? Not each other- they’re all in the same boat. Only ‘behind’ the age expectations of a curriculum that currently has limited context due to these extraordinary circumstances. In front on so many other more important fronts I say.

    What if instead of “behind” this group of kids is advanced because of this.
    What if they have more empathy, they enjoy family connection, they can be more creative and entertain themselves, they love to read, they love to express themselves in writing.

    What if they enjoy the simple things, like their own backyard and sitting near a window in the quiet?
    What if they notice the birds and the dates the different flowers emerge, and the calming renewal of a gentle rain shower?

    What if this generation is the one to learn to cook, organize their space, do their laundry, and keep a well-run home?
    What if they learn to stretch a dollar and to live with less?
    What if they learn to plan shopping trips and meals at home?
    What if they learn the value of eating together as a family and finding the good to share in the small delights of the everyday?

    What if they are the ones to place great value on our teachers and educational professionals, librarians, public servants and the previously invisible essential support workers like truck drivers, grocers, cashiers, custodians, logistics, and health care workers and their supporting staff, just to name a few of the millions taking care of us right now while we are sheltered in place?

    What if among these children, a great leader emerges who had the benefit of a slower pace and a simpler life, who has a fine sense of empathy and care and concern for fellow humans.

    What if he or she truly learns what really matters in all this…

  • My Autism Story

    Hello, everyone.

    My name is Bronson Layton. I am 22 years old, I am a college student, and I have a story that I feel should be shared with the world.

    I come from a family that had never had a single record of ancestry with autism, not until the day I was born.

    When I was two years old, my parents were still getting used to the lifestyle of raising a kid, but what they had noticed was what they considered “out of the ordinary” behavior. Whatever toys I played with, I placed them in a straight line, I had moody fits when I felt antagonized, etc.

    Soon after my parents noticed these signs, they took me to a child psychiatrist, who eventually informed them that I have been diagnosed with a rare form of autism called Pervasive Developmental Disorder Not Otherwise Specified (PDD-NOS), a disorder that delays the neurological growth of a child’s brain. The basic symptoms of this disorder include not being able to pick up social cues, possible isolation from interacting with friends or family, and the processing of speech, thinking, critical, and learning skills.

    My diagnosis was in 1999, a time when autism was still not commonly understood and was still being observed. My parents were initially shocked at this revelation, as well as from the subsequent news from an optometrist that I was going to grow up blind, but they (and I) were not prepared for how the following events positively changed our lives forever.

    As I got older, I began to evolve from keeping to myself to interacting with other kids once I entered public school in first grade. I noticed how the other kids were able to answer questions in class a lot faster than I could understand. Because of my processed thinking, it took me two minutes to come up with an answer to the best of my abilities. From that year on, I had received special accommodations for my coursework, such as sitting in front of the class to read the board better, and taking longer time on tests.

    Since fourth grade, I joined my school’s marching band, something I never had any interest in, but my mom convinced me that it was a great way to not only make friends, but to help gain more confidence in myself. I played the trumpet for two years, and after that, I played the baritone horn.

    At the same time during fourth grade, I discovered my talent for creative writing. I realized on the day I wrote my first Spider-Man story, my processed thinking and my imagination harbored a fundamental feature for my character: a hidden talent.

    As the years passed, and as I got older, I helped my fellow classmates and peer groups write essays, and I even shared what original pieces I wrote with my class occasionally, despite I was still unaware about my diagnosis.

    However, one day when I was fifteen years old, I came home and straightened up the house for my parents, and at some point, I found some papers scattered across the corner of one room near a filing cabinet. I picked them up and began reading because I was curious. The bottom of one of the papers said, “Autism diagnosis confirmed,” and I kept reading through the other papers to find a checklist of my habits and behavioral traits; it was from that fateful psychiatrist appointment thirteen years prior to my discovery. In that moment, I finally learned the real truth about myself.

    My parents kept it from me because they thought it would affect my self esteem to the point that I felt like a freak to others, but I wasn’t mad at them. I understood why they’d hide this from me because they really love me, and ever since then, I’ve accepted who I am, and I use my talents to help others who need a friend.

    Ever since my discovery, I led my class’s graduation as the valedictorian and class president, I’ve traveled to a prestigious college to earn a Master’s degree in English in order to become a professor, I’m about to retire from marching in my college band since I’ve done so much in twelve years, I manage my own YouTube channel called “Brons Over Brains” that encourages people on the spectrum to be themselves and to overcome challenges while following my life journey, I’ve been able to make all A’s so far in my college career, and now I am a part of this special group that will allow me to share my thoughts with kindred spirits!

    Everyone, including the parents of children with autism, you are all on the right path in life, no matter how different you think you are from other people. Being different is never a bad thing. We are all unique in our own way, because that’s the adventure of being human.

    Don’t worry, you’ve got this.

    If any of you need a friend and need advice on how to navigate through life with autism, I will be happy to share my experience as an autistic with you to show sympathy and compassion. Remember, you are never alone.

    My name is Bronson Layton, and I’m sharing my life story to all who want or need to hear it.

    -Bronson Layton

    Credit https://www.facebook.com/bronson.layton

  • You Can Be A Strong Woman And Still Cry

    Today, I’m tired. I’ve run out of steam.
    So I wanted to share these reminders for anyone else that is pretty shattered with it all too.

    You can be a strong woman, and still cry.
    You can be a wonderful mum, yet still find days hard.
    You can be incredibly happy, but still feel sadness.
    You can be grateful, but still wish things were different.
    You can doubt yourself, but still be a voice of confidence to others.
    You can see your flaws, but still be perfect in someone else’s eyes.
    You can love morning cuddles with your kids, but still wish for more sleep.
    You can feel like you’ve done nothing all day, but to your kids you’re everything.
    You can be scared, but still be fearless.
    You can be tough, but still be gentle.
    You can just do you, and that will always be enough.

    🧡💛💚💙
    credit to the amazing thenofiltermum
    www.instagram.com/thenofiltermum

  • Drinking Out Of Cans Could Be Deadly


    On Sunday the 1st of April 2018 , we had a family picnic, some brought with thema a few drinks in cans, like Fanta, coke and monster energy drinks.

    However, on Monday, two family members( who joined the picnic) were admitted to hospital and placed in the Intensive Care Unit space.One died on the following Wednesday.

    Autopsy results concluded it hit Leptospirosis. The bacteria, known as LEPTOSPIRA interrogans, is stuck to the tin cans, and were drunk, without the use of glasses, cups or sip straws. Test results showed that the soda tin was infected from mice urine, and that had dried, the mice’ urine containing Leptospirosis.

    It is highly recommended to rinse the parts evenly on all soda/beer cans before drinking it. Cans are usually stored in the warehouse and delivered direct to retail stores without cleaning.

    A study has shown that the top of all beverage cans are more contaminated than public toilets (full of germs and bacteria.)

    So, clean it with water before putting it to your mouth in order to avoid contamination.

    Signs and symptoms can range from none to mild such as headaches, muscle pains, and fevers; to severe with bleeding from the lungs or meningitis. If the infection causes the person to turn yellow, have kidney failure and bleeding, it is then known as Weil’s disease. If it also causes bleeding into the lungs then it is known as severe pulmonary hemorrhage syndrome.

  • To Be A Carer

    A poem written by one of Brightspark Care Ltd support workers , Cat Maund 😃

    To be a carer – by Me 🦄

    The duties of a carer
    Are not all black and white
    A lot goes on behind the scenes
    Out of mind and out of sight

    We don’t just do the personal care
    Not just feeding, dressing and hygiene
    There’s more to life as a care worker
    Then you might have ever seen

    We’re there to provide extra support
    When someone is unwell,
    When they’re just not feeling strong enough
    To help, encase they fell

    To listen to the stories
    Of times that have gone by
    And hold a hand in times of need
    And when they wish to cry

    To show your understanding
    When times are getting rough
    When someone feels like giving up
    And has really had enough

    To support and to encourage
    In hope to enhance a persons life
    To offer an extra helping hand
    To a husband or a wife

    We must be understanding
    And protect each persons rights
    To support their independence
    With every day and night

    We aim to uphold dignity
    And treat people with respect
    We taylor to individuals needs
    And ensure a plan is set

    To care may come with sadness
    And sometimes the darkest days
    The worst of these has got to be
    When someone’s passed away

    Yet we shall continue
    To encourage and support
    To ensure the highest standards
    And not let them fall short

    To care is not a hardship
    But rather more a gift
    And if you ever need a pick me up
    We are here to give the lift 💕💕💕💕💕🥰🥰🥰

  • What An Eye Opener

    What an eye opener tonight has been, after working a 12 hour shift, I was driving home from work when someone drove In the side of me, they then drove off.

    I followed the car into an off a street we’re the car had parked up, I got out my car to see it was an elderly man driving.

    The man open his car door and reached out to me, he grabbed my arm tightly and told me he’s got Covid-19.

    The man asked for my help, with beads of sweat rolling down his face, the man was drifting in and out of continuousness as he spoke to me.

    I offered to ring the man an ambulance and he told me he will wait till the morning. I went to my car and luckily had a mask with me but no further PPE. I rang an ambulance for the man and he told me he hasn’t ate for 7-10 days as he has been in isolation and has no family or friends.

    The man had attempted to drive to get some food and essentials, as he knew he would die without. The man said he didn’t trust other people as there’s a lot of horrible people in the world.

    The ambulance arrived and I assured the ambulance crew until he was safe to he transported to A&E.

    I followed him up in my own car and have stayed with him for 5 hours with wearing full PPE. The man was so grateful that I stayed with him and kept squeezing my hand and pulling it close to him.

    The man asked me why I was being so kind, so I told him I would hate to be poorly and have no one by my side.

    I have spent 5 hours after my shift by the mans side after my shift, despite having plans for a takeaway tonight. I have just left his side now as he is too poorly to have any visitors, but he has my contact details if he wants to tell me when he is better.

    I’m not sure if he will get better 💔 but I hope so as he’s promised me a coffee.

    My family have all had to isolate them selves tonight and leave the house, so I can go home. They may need to isolate them selves until I know if I have been infected by Covid-19.

    But I know I have saved a mans life tonight, if i waited to ring an ambulance in the morning, he wouldn’t be alive tomorrow.

    Credit https://www.facebook.com/princess.duncan