If it’s worthwhile, do it slowly; simple; and in style.

This is what Mr Zapp’s grandfather told his grandson. And this is what Mr Zapp and his wife have been doing over the past 17 years as they have been traveling the world in a 90 year old car. Mr Zapp says, there is no way you could drive that car at speed. The mechanics of the car are so simple you could get it fixed literally anywhere in the world; and, he said, look at it – could you imagine anything more stylish than this beautiful old car? – They had four kids in the process who are now traveling with them and who they school as they travel along.

We haven’t been traveling the world.

But there is an elegance and a style, a very personal ‘stamp’ Pádraig has been putting on his recovery. His very slow recovery. In a simple, uncomplicated, straight forward way. Yesterday, he stood up, with a bit of help, and held his head up high, without any help. Even though he managed to do this for only a few seconds. Today, when we went swimming, he stood up high and tall in the water, holding on to the side bar of the pool with his hands, and pushing his heels firmly down into the bottom of the pool – and he did this not just once but three times. Elegantly, slowly, and simply just standing up.

Zapp!

We finally chose to walk like giants
and hold the world in arms grown strong with love.

A friend sent this image to me this afternoon. I find it hard to think of anything more beautiful tonight: that we hold the world in arms grown strong with love.

And that is something we will never forget.

This moment.

Moving through. Whatever barrier there is. Don’t let it stop you. Just keep going. Look at this sculpture. Isn’t it amazing?

I hadn’t expected to find this in the Botanic Gardens. It must be sculpture week because there’s almost more sculptures than trees in the Botanics this week. It’s fantastic. And it’s free.

There was another sculpture that really caught my eye and it is one that consists of a row of bottles that are being used to feed people directly into their stomach. I immediately recognised the shape and the colour of the top. We went over, looked at it and read the explanation by the artist explaining that each of these bottle represents a day of struggle and hope that things would get better for her baby who was born prematurely.

Eventually, we got soaked. The rain was torrential. Both Pádraig and myself smiled. What a great feeling: the rain on your skin, the wind blowing into your face so hard that you just about manage to breathe, the smell, the noise, the feel…. Isn’t life great!

That’s the distance. It’s unique in Europe and one of the most famous in the world. It’s 97 years old this year. No other capital has a swimming race through the middle of the city. When Bernard Fagan started it, he wanted to show off the good quality of the Liffey water.

Today, Maria brought a couple of Coca-Colas with her because she had been told last year by a friend that a Coke would kill all the germs in the Liffey water she swallowed. She did really well today and had great fun.

After the start of the race, Pádraig popped into Heather’s on the quays on their last day of trading after 150 years. It was the one and only shoe shop in Dublin that sold shoes for people with really large feet. Pádraig picked up a pair of original clogs. The closure of the shoe shop which originally had been a drapery store after decades and decades was such a big event that it made the main news today.

It was a good, relaxed day today, when we left our troubles behind and didn’t worry about tomorrow (too much). It’ll come. Anyways. And, of course, we haven’t got the faintest of what it’ll bring.

Who wants to be a millionaire? Honestly?! Two nights in a row, Pádraig had a brilliant time making choices, asking the audience, ringing a friend, asking for a 50:50. The thing is: there was no need to ring a friend, because it was his friends who played the iconic game with him, always with the most tasty biscuits and a straight cupotea….

Try to see it my way.

Talking about friends. I spend the evening, a Friday evening, with a friend who is helping me to plan and cost (and, hopefully, implement) the premises for the An Saol Project. I promise you: if this works out, there will be the biggest party ever in premises that would be unaffordable if they were in NY or in the London docklands. Simply breath-taking!

We can work it out. Life is very short, and there’s no time for fussing and fighting, my friend.

This is people power. In a really imaginative way. Not confrontational. But determined. We don’t have them in Germany. But in Ireland, there are parks that are locked at night. So, what do you do if you want to go for a walk in the park after sunset? Do you break the lock? Do you cut the chain?

No. You do exactly the opposite. You put on plenty of locks and chains to keep the gate open. Ingenious! Who would have thought about this approach? It’s like a double lock and chain …

Pádraig’s friends started what will hopefully become a weekly Thursday evening quiz and fun session with Pádraig. Plenty of tea and biscuits. And an interactive quiz show. From what I heard, it wasn’t really the questions, nor the answers that mattered. But the interaction. The fun. And the biscuits. (Yes, I confess, I just finished them up:)

The approach of the people who kept the gates open, rather than opening the closed gates, doesn’t get out of my head.

Because it’s exactly what we need to do with rehabilitation, therapy, integration, participation and all those things that sABI survivors need. Rather than trying to reverse what the ‘system’ is not doing by trying to cut through their red tape and chains, we just need to put up our own tape and chains and keep the gate open for what our loved ones need. Keep it coming. Never allow any gates, any access to be closed.

Pádraig changed his mind. He had been telling us that the most difficult aspect of his injury is that it is difficult from him to communicate, that it is difficult for us to understand what he is telling us. Today he said that not being able to go out and hanging out with his friends is even more difficult. And who wouldn’t understand that. Just stop for a moment and try to imagine what having to handle this gigantic change must be like. Imagining it is almost unbearable. The reality must be unreal.

We are making progress with An Saol. Plans are being drawn up by a friend which will allow us to reach a decision point on whether we will be able to go ahead with the refurbishment of premises that are available for rent, premises that would be super cool. At the same time we are still with the Charity Regulator trying to get charity status for An Saol. All the scandals in the charity sector over the past months and years have made that process infinitely more difficult. Another reality that seems unreal. Imagine, we have a project approved, the money has been allocated, and we are waiting for what to me looks and sounds like a formality. Unreal.

There are other aspects of my life that are unreal. So unreal, in fact, that I don’t want to think about them too much. That I’m blocking them out. Because, as horrid as they might be, I won’t be able to change them. So I acknowledge them and then focus on aspects of my life and the life of the ones I care for which I can influence and make better. World peace, yes. But not in far away countries. At home. At work. At leisure time.

Some blame Thatcher. Most of us blame Trump. Trump blames North Korea. Others blame climate change. The rain. The temperature. The traffic. The Germans. Rarely their mothers. More often their fathers.

I have a friend who once told me: sure, psychology, first semester. First reaction: blame someone else. It’s called ‘psychological projection’ in psychological theory. We’ve all done it. It’s kind of liberating. You offload responsibility to someone else. So you don’t have to accept it.

The disadvantage is that with the blame and the responsibility you also hand over control. If someone else is to blame, you won’t ever be able to correct the wrong. Or to do the right thing yourself.

Blame also absorbs a lot of energy, and generates negativity.

If you want to change anything, you have to be positive, you have to believe that you are in charge and can really make a difference. And you need all the energy you can get to make that happen. And positivity.

Does that prevent me from blaming people and institutions for their truly hurtful, unjust and irresponsible actions? – No way.

The good news today are: Pádraig had a long visit by to of his best friends. AND, hear hear, he reduced the intake of fluid via the PEG to a record-low one portion!

I’m not talking about the computer-type tablet.

Nor am I talking about the drug-type tablet. I’m referring to the only tablet Pádraig has been taking for a long time, and that is a calcium supplement. Why? Well, because today was the first day I took that tablet orally. We tried it out ourselves and then asked Pádraig to chew it, as one should. So far, he’d been taking it with water via his PEG. Today, he chewed and then swallowed it. Small step. But significant. And important.

There are a few things I came across which I wanted to share. One is an article in The Guardian by Jonathan Friesland who wrote recently that hurricane

Harvey has killed an estimated 44 Texans and forced some 32,000 into shelters since it struck, a week ago. That is a catastrophe for every one of those individuals, of course. Still, those figures look small alongside the havoc wreaked by flooding across southern Asia during the very same period. In the past few days, more than 1,200 people have been killed, and the lives of some 40 million others turned upside down, by torrential rain in northern India, southern Nepal, northern Bangladesh and southern Pakistan.

And, of course, we hardly heard about it at all. People are not equal even in death.

Finally, Kathy Armstrong wrote in the Irish Independent just a few days ago about a young Galway man (22) who was hit by a car in Philadelphia in the US and is struggling for his life. You can read more about what happened to this young man and donate to support his recovery. Apparently, he has not insurance to cover his rehab.

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