Everything that is possible demands to exist.

Gottfried Wilhelm von Leibnitz

Gottfried (1646–1716) was a German rationalist philosopher, mathematician, and logician who in 1703 published an article in French called Explication de l’Arithmétique Binaire. This short article is widely cited as having made known the binary concept of on or off; yes or no; 0 or 1. Gottfried later noted with fascination how his system corresponded to the much older Chinese I Ching which he had been made aware of through the French Jesuit Joachim Bouvet.

A German philosopher publishing in French later referring to an ancient Chinese source. All happening around the 1700s.

Later, of course, the binary system was picked up and developed to operate computers, including the ASCII system, and to design autopilots. Many more scientists are now credited with its development.

So Gottfried, although unknown to him, had not really invented the binary system but is now credited with its invention because his article made it widely known. A bit like Columbus not really discovering the Americas, but making them known to the Europeans.

Pádraig communicates mainly with a switch, also with thumbs up or down, tongue left or right. Not necessarily, but mostly, binary. It’s yes or no. Binary. Closed questions.

It took me a long time to realise how complex that simple looking system is.

Imagine you are eating your dinner, with someone helping you along. At some stage, someone asks you, “Would you like an ice cream?

This is a typical dinner situation with Pádraig. I help him with his dinner and, when the plate is empty, I ask him whether he would like an ice cream for desert.

Put yourself into Pádraig’s situation.

If he answers ‘yes’, that’ll most likely be the end of his dinner and he’ll get an ice cream. There is no chance for him to ask for more dinner; it’s finished because the plate I filled up is now empty. He might like something with his ice cream or no ice cream at all. But he might still be hungry and decide to go for the ice cream rather than not having anything else.

If he answers ‘no’, that’ll also probably be the end of his dinner, when he might still be hungry. But he is not given a chance to opt for more dinner or a different desert.

So the answer to that simple question might have little to do with him liking an ice cream for desert, but with all sorts of other consideration which I all eliminated by not asking the right questions in the right order and only leaving him the option of a binary response.

And this is a simple example.

Many people ask him ‘negative’ questions, such as “You wouldn’t like that, would you?” A ‘yes’ or ‘no’ answer could be interpreted either way.

You might remember that Pádraig said, when Trump went on the campaign trail, ‘yes’ that he liked him – and it took us a week to figure out that he liked him not because he would support his politics but for his entertainment value (which rapidly faded once he got elected).

One day, Pádraig said he did not want to go for a walk with me – which left me surprised because he always likes to go for walks. Until I figured out that he had heard that I wasn’t well at the time and he didn’t want to put more strain on me.

Pádraig can take decisions for himself. Of course. But it takes a lot to be able to understand him, interpret his decisions and to support him in his decision making process. It’s never as simple as ‘yes’ and ‘no’.

It took us eight years to find out that the Central Remedial Clinic (CRC) in Dublin have a Night Positioning Clinic. Hard to understand that no one told us about this when positioning is one of the most important issues for someone who cannot move themselves.

It took a bit of time and effort. But last week, Pádraig had an appointment. For him, and us, it was amazing. The therapist was very experienced and really knew what they were doing.

We are now looking at a number or a combination of systems, among them from Symmetrisleep and the Snooze Night Positioning System.

The main concern is that his hips are positioned correctly and that last year’s issue will not return.

What amazed me most here is that all these issues and how to remediate them are well know and understood, but nobody shared their knowledge with us or offered help when Pádraig desperately needed that help. For example, it seemed that the therapist in the CRC was well aware of the procedure (percutaneous mysio fasciotomy) that helped Pádraig so much last year.

Earlier on in the week, Pádraig also had another appointment with his wheelchair clinic. The agreement now is that Pádraig is exceptionally tall and will need a wheelchair built for an exceptionally tall person. As this is not available ‘off the rail’, it will have to be built for him.

An obvious conclusion, really, just that it took a long time to reach.

Something else did not take a long time at all. And it shows how much difference a bit of initiative can make.

There is this really beautiful walk in Leitrim around a lake. The problem was that at the end you had to cross a little bridge, but you had to get up a few steps. It was a matter of getting a few strong hands and lifting Pádraig up those steps onto the bridge. One message and less than a week solved the problem.

This happened in what Pádraig used to call ‘the middle of nowhere’. Five stars!

This week’s lessons? Life is not binary. ‘Yes’ does not mean necessarily ‘yes’ and ‘no’ does not necessarily mean ‘no’. The best of care and the most attentive help might be available in the middle of nowhere where you might expect it the least.

Everything that is possible demands to exist.


Meditation is a must before you can really love. One should be capable of being alone, utterly alone, and yet tremendously blissful. Then you can love.

– Osho

Whatever I think about Osho, that sentence rings a bell for me. It’s not too far away from what Chris McCandless thought when he went Into the Wild.

Being on your own, meditating, maybe sitting on top of a mountain, might not be everybody’s place of choice. For some it is.

One of Pádraig’s friends has been spending his Mondays at the An Saol Centre sharing his art with us. The art of being. The art of yoga. The art of living. The art of coffee making.

On one of these Mondays, he reminded me that some of the happiest people sit on top of a mountain with their eyes closed.

There is no reason why Pádraig would not have found a place where he enjoys life in his way. Not living the busy, fast, at times very stressful, life. Not living the lonely life of the monk meditating on top of a mountain. But living his own life. With troubles, worries, uncertainties, restrictions. Happy moments, revelations, friendship and love. His own Independence Day.

Why had I never thought about it this way?

It is a curious perspective to look at his and our life. We cannot control what happens to us but we can choose how we react to it. This makes us who we are.

Pádraig was the chilled one. I was busy. In a way not much has changed.

Except that I will try harder to learn from his example.


And I won’t breathe the bracing air when I’m gone
And I can’t even worry ’bout my cares when I’m gone
Won’t be asked to do my share when I’m gone
So I guess I’ll have to do it while I’m here.

Phil Ochs

Today, 27 June, When I’m Gone is for Pádraig.

So I guess I’ll have to do it while I’m here.

It was a great week.

So I guess I’ll have to do it while I’m here.

Pádraig’s wheelchair got a new fitting to position a switch above his knee. He tried out a Mollii suit. A Saebo glove. And got a brief intro into the sophisticated Fasia glove with tons of e-stimulation contacts and settings.

So I guess I’ll have to do it while I’m here.

But that is not all.

A shipment arrived with two packets of the one and only Pete’s French Roast to replenish the dwindling and outdated supplies in Leitrim. Together with a really nice message on a fantastic card.

So I guess I’ll have to do it while I’m here.

And then tons of the most fabulous music. Including that song by Phil Ochs, When I’m Gone.

So I guess I’ll have to do it while I’m here.

What is the condition of the person? – They are dead.

How much do you press? – Press harder.

For how long do you press? – Until the ambulance arrives.

These were some of the questions the instructor asked and then answered himself at yesterday’s life saving course all of us from An Saol attended. The course came free with the purchase of a defibrillator, an AED. It’s a smaller version of the two iron’s George Clooney in ER pressed on the chest of a patient, shouted “Clear“, hit that button, and the motionless body of the dead jumped into the air.

The little stories the instructor weaved into the course, taken from his experience of working as a first responder, were one of the most interesting aspects of the course, we all agreed.

He explained the symptoms of a heart attack and stroke. There were short videos showing what it would look like if one of these events occurred.

He told us that around 2,000 people a year suffered from a heart attack in Ireland at home or in the workplace. He then asked us, how many of those survived eventually. I proposed “2/3“? A colleague ventured “Maybe one quarter?” – “Less than 10%”, clarified the instructor.

At that, tears shot into my eyes. The one space not covered by my mask. The instructor looked at me and said: “You are very sad!? Unfortunately, that is the truth.” He repeated that a few times.

Would I tell him and my colleagues and friends in the room anecdotes of my life? Explain why I was so suddenly hit by sadness and grief?

That Pádraig’s life was saved by a nurse who jogged down Route 6 in Brewster eight years ago today. Then, miraculously, again exactly five years later when Pádraig went back to the accident spot. Who did not hesitate to run to Pádraig’s help and administer Cardiopulmonary resuscitation (CPR), pressing her hands deep into Pádraig’s chest to resucitate him after he had been hit by that van.

A 4.3 ton van, travelling at speed, had hit Pádraig from behind and knocked him off his bicycle. His head hit the windscreen and left a dent in the van’s ‘A-pillar’. When his body hit the road, he had lost consciousness and was not breathing.

He survived against all odds.

He is with us today against all odds.

I did not share that story.

Nor my own story about the night on the floor of my bedroom, unable to move. Of that life-threatening disease that had come and gone, hopefully, in our family.

Life has never been the same. But then, it never is.

It is challenging. For all. In different ways.

Pádraig at a Nick Cave and Patti Smith Gig

What matters is that we are alive. And together. Together with hundreds of Dreamboaters around the world. Celebrating life and living with a brilliant song full of energy, dreams and hope.

And that inspiring song by Phil Ochs.

And I won’t be laughing at the lies when I’m gone
And I can’t question how or when or why when I’m gone
Can’t live proud enough to die when I’m gone
So I guess I’ll have to do it while I’m here.


“Decision makers are human; they filter data through their beliefs, values, their agendas and ideologies.”

Carol H. Weiss (1927-2013)

I had never heard of Carol before. But I had come across the Theory of Change which she helped develop. And it was she who first used that name for the framework she and her colleagues had been working on.

Let us go to the other side.

“She argued that stakeholders of complex community initiatives typically are unclear about how the change process will unfold and therefore give little attention to the early and mid-term changes that need to happen in order for a longer term goal to be reached”, says a website promoting the theory.

The approach she and her colleagues chose in the second half of the 20th century has been developed further over the years and is now used by many philanthropic organisations, nonprofits, and the UN. There even is an online tool available to support the process of developing a theory of change for a particular community project.

We will not go down.

Can Change be achieved more readily if the process to achieve it is theorised?

I don’t know. The graphs and powerpoints look impressive. Google ‘theory of change’ and click on ‘images’ to get a taste.

Don’t you care if we drown?

Can decision makers be more readily convinced to support the change we want to achieve if they see that we understand how we will achieve this change?

I don’t know. I have the impression that many have little time and interest.

Why are you so afraid?

The past week was a good week overall. Pádraig had a garden visit from some friends, the first time in some time by them. A glimpse of what normality could look like.

He went to see a kinesiologist and ‘natural health practitioner’; a visit I found very interesting and a bit challenging/strange.

And he stood up in the standing frame again with the help of the great people at An Saol.

Great to watch videos standing up. Not quite like a concert but ok in these no-concert times.

The weather has been pretty good the past week. Changeable as it is but good overall.

Yesterday, there was another first: Pádraig broke the 5k on the MotoMed in the back garden.

A friend of Pádraig’s has decided to come to An Saol once a week to try relaxation exercises, breathing, and meditation. We’re thinking of working with animals, outside in the green area. Because Life and Living is not all about ‘hard core’ clinical therapies but activities that make for a happier, more fulfilled life.

Who is this? Even the wind and the waves obey him!

The choices are, of course, not mutually exclusive. But if I had to choose between rehab therapy and Alaska, I’d go for Alaska. Fly over the Cuckoo’s Nest. Bring change to the life of the boys. The journey certainly would be fun. Whatever happens.

We will not go down.

I’ll have another look at that Theory of Change. And guidebooks to Alaska focussing on accessability.


“If anyone is feeling anxious, worried or maybe you just want a chat, please, please do not come crying to me.”

Sister Michael

If you haven’t watched the Derry Girls on Channel Four or your Netflix or wherever else you might find it, consider giving it a go. It’s vintage. You might need to brush up a little on the Troubles and (Northern) Irish History to really appreciate the nuances and at times very direct references, but just go with the flow and accept that you won’t get it all the very first time you’re watching it.

It’s terribly funny and full of brilliant one-liners. The one above is by Sister Michael, the catholic head nun in charge of the school the girls attend.

Here are a few more of them.

Orla: “Why’s he making that funny noise?”
Michelle: “He’s English Orla, that’s the way they talk.”

Erin: “You can’t marry an Orangeman Michelle!”
Michelle: “It’s a pity, cos I think there’s something really sexy about the fact that they hate us so much.”

“You can’t ring Childline every time your mother threatens to kill you.” – Michelle

“Sadly, I am unable to come on this one as I despise the French.”Sister Michael declines the chance to join the trip to Paris

The reality of the troubles in the North was, of course, anything but funny.

Take 14-year old Annette.

At first sight, she looks like a Derry Girl. Until you look a bit closer at this Derry mural.

And check out the plaque.

She was shot by a British soldier in 1971, the 100th victim of the troubles and one of the first children to be killed.

Make it a plea for peace and sanity, reads the plaque at the end.

Yesterday, on our way to Hyperbaric Therapy, we saw this billboard, Come on you boys in white, with a guy ripping off his shirt revealing St. George’s Cross painted on his chest, with Paddy Power’s betting firm promising to donate 10,000 euro to Irish Soccer for every goal scored by England in the European Soccer Championships just started.

My guess? Someone would have burnt this billboard off the wall it’s mounted on just a few decades ago.

The point?

You can find laughter and humour in even the most difficult situations. And get people to listen to you. People who would have turned away and continued with their business had you approached them with another piece of dreadful, horrible, hurting news or piece of history.

Last week, Pádraig tried out a new position for switch access to all sorts of potential devices. A great OT we found helped us to identify a position that Pádraig has no problem to control.

The top of his knee. And, of course, there is no problem to put that switch there. Hard to believe that it took so long to identify it though.

Martin Seligman, a professor a the University of Pennsylvania and formerly Cornell, is known for his theories of positive psychology and learned helplessness. His latest book is on The Hope Circuit: A Psychologist’s Journey from Helplessness to Optimism (2018). Brendan O’Connor (remember him?) had him on his Sunday radio show recently. Here is a link to the interview.

Amazingly, Seligman cites research showing that happy people live at least 6 years longer and the effect of not being happy, worrying all the time, has the same effect on your health as smoking three packets of cigarettes a day.

The Centre for Positive Psychology and Health at the Royal College of Surgeons in Ireland, RCSI, have a free online public course on ‘The Science of Health and Happiness’.

So –

Focus on the good stuff. Try to be happy. Do good and help others. – I’ll try that myself.

And then let’s compare notes in a few weeks to see how we’re getting on.

Maybe we can change the world. Or, at least, our lives and that of those around us.

It’s not just healthier, it is our responsibility.

The Life

It’s a funny world if you keep your eyes and ears open. Ok, you also need a certain approach to see the funny side of things.

How would you have reacted had you tried to back up into this garage only to find out that the last bit of your ladder on the roof of your car didn’t quite fit?

The driver of this car just went back as far as he could and left, to do whatever business he had to attend to.

Or if you had just walked around a beautiful lake in the middle of nowhere to find a bridge that you could only cross having gone up a couple of steps, in your wheelchair?

(We waited until a very friendly, and strong, young woman gave us a hand.)

Would a High Protein Low Sugar Smart PhD Bar have helped the people who came up with the idea of the steps at the end of the walk to improve their planning? – My guess: it takes more than a PhD Smart Bar:)

It’s a Bank Holiday in Ireland today – a long weekend, basically. We decided to spend Saturday night in wild, lovely Leitrim. Where we were reminded that there are places in the country that are widely mobile signal and Wifi free. Nearly untouched by our otherwise and somewhere else, hectic pressurised always-present and immediately responsive life. The sun was shining and the birds only stopped singing late in the evening. Buttercups filled the fields. The few people around had time to stop, chat, and help.

Pádraig had a brilliant week. Starting in An Saol. For the first time, he used the new standing frame there. And it worked a dream, with great people helping him to make the best out of his standing exercise.

The highlight of the exercise week, for me, however, was him taking over his leg stretching exercise.

It is truly phenomenal.

Think back a year when he could not sleep for months because his right hip and leg were causing him terrible problems.

It’s important to note that this progress didn’t happen by accident, but access to expertise and perseverence.

And it was not all work during the week.

For the first time in a long time we went back to wild, lovely Leitrim. We went for a nice walk and discovered lakes, bridges and a hidden Crannóg. A lone fisherman shared the secrets of his 12 hour day looking at the water, as well as a few pictures of the quite sizeable fish he had fished.

The bag of Tayto’s in a field of buttercups was the starter to a more substantial meal beside a warming chimney fire.

We had totally forgotten about the Peet’s Dark Roast French Coffee who a friend living in the US had brought along. Years ago. It’s surprising how long even ground coffee lasts. Though to be fair, it might have had lost some of its wood smoke, caramel flavour over the years.

Integration. Equality. Participation. Justice. Are for all of us.

Is that the life?


Adventurous. Funny. Hard (at times). Joyful. Sad (at times). Hopeful. Angry (at times). Full of flavour (except for the Peet’s Coffee), sunshine (even in the west of Ireland:), friendship and love.


Before I became an orphan, my parents told me, once a year, how it had been for them the day I was born.

Now I am doing the same. I told Pádraig what it had been like for me, the day he was born.

It was one of the happiest days in my life.

31 years ago.

The weekend of celebrations started on Friday in An Saol.

There was the most beautiful chocolate cake.

There was great song.

And there were some fine birthday gadgets. No birthday should be without them.

It was a great occasion not just for Pádraig, but for all in the Centre.

There are days that are just nice. They are different and they stick out of the ordinary. And Friday was one of these days.

It was so special because there was a bond between the people who were distanced together. A special kind of love and understanding.

It was made possible because people went out of their way to make it special. They got decorations, the hats and the “Tröten”, the cake and some very nice presents.

Pádraig was so happy. And with him all around him.

There were presents this morning when he woke up. A few hours later a beautiful home made cake arrived. A brunch with the family in the garden, relaxed, chilled, and easy going went on into the afternoon. Even in the evening it was warm enough to have dinner.

I am sure Pádraig can’t wait to see his friends again today, distanced together.

The life.

May God bless and keep you always
May your wishes all come true
May you always do for others
And let others do for you


Parthians, and Medes, and Elamites, and the dwellers in Mesopotamia, and in Judaea, and Cappadocia, in Pontus, and Asia, Phrygia, and Pamphylia, in Egypt, and in the parts of Libya about Cyrene, and strangers of Rome, Jews and proselytes, Cretes and Arabians, we do hear them speak in our tongues.

Acts 2,Luke 24:49 (9-11)

It’s Pentecost today, the 50th day from Easter Sunday. It is Luke who describes what happened that day, more than 2,000 years ago. Luke is one of the ‘four evangelists’, the authors of the canonical gospel. He is also the patron saint of artists, physicians, bachelors, surgeons, students and butchers, a somewhat strange mix of people. It is thought that he himself was a physician. So he must have known a lot about the difficulties of communication, even when people are speaking the same language. And then, one day, all of a sudden, people as different as the Medes and the strangers of Rome understood each other. Tongues of fire.

We went to mass again for the first time in a very long time. When I was listening to the Gospel I thought about the importance of understanding each other, of making sure to listen to each other, of rather than talking at each other of talking with each other. If the Elamites and the dwellers of Mesopotamia managed to understand each other, surely we can too.

Pádraig discovered another way to keep fit for the #Iron-Month and to use The Weight.

Isn’t it amazing what you can do with a bit of enthusiasm and imagination? In case you were wondering, The Weight is securely attached to his ankle using one of the attachments from the Lokomat. A brilliant idea. Pádraig is lifting The Weight up without any help, just a bit of secure guidance, so that the leg wouldn’t accidentally turn over to one side and be pulled into the wrong direction.

Nothing like a bit of fun and variation.

I am still re-discovering English-language songs I grew up with and never understood. One of these songs is The Weight. You might know it from the movie Easy Rider or The Last Waltz. Even when I finally begun to recognise the words, I didn’t really understood the lyrics. According to Robbie Robertson, the song was inspired by the movies of Luis Beñuel (“Thank God, I’m an atheist“) in which people were trying but failing to be good, like in Viridiana.

Take a load off Fanny
Take a load for free
Take a load off Fanny
And (and) (and) you put the load right on me
(You put the load right on me)

Robbie said about The Weight, that it was a story very similar to those Buñel told in his movies. Someone saying to someone else who is on the way to Nazareth,

“Listen, would you do me this favour? When you get there will you say ‘hello’ to somebody or will you give somebody this or will you pick up one of these for me? Oh? You’re going to Nazareth, that’s where the Martin guitar factory is. Do me a favour when you’re there.” This is what it’s all about. So the guy goes and one thing leads to another and it’s like “Holy shit, what’s this turned into? I’ve only come here to say ‘hello’ for somebody and I’ve got myself in this incredible predicament.” It was very Buñuelish to me at the time.”

For many years, Pádraig went on a German pilgrim train to Lourdes over Pentecost week. The first time was in 2015, just after he had been discharged the previous January from hospital and, over Easter, a relatively minor follow-up operation. We arrived at the Diepholz train station by car which I had collected from friends in Dublin the previous day. At the time, Pádraig had a PEG. It was the very first time that he joined a large group of people. Travelling and socialising. It was magic. For all of us. Because we had been told by many that none of this would ever happen to him. We all kept trying.

Last night was the final of the Eurovision song contest. Ireland (Maps) didn’t make it, Germany (I dont feel hate) tried to be cheerful but you know how German cheerfulness can go down. I liked the classy French entry. In the end (“Rock’n Roll Will Never Die”), the Italian song took the night, France came second. Not the typical Eurovision entry, in Italian, and super cool. “Make some noise!”

Overall, the Eurovision won. It’s 65 years old and still rocking. They keep trying.

So do the #IronMonth participants whose last week is coming up.

Please keep supporting the participants.

Is it worth to keep trying? Trying to be good? Even when we speak (or sing) different languages? Or don’t understand what we are saying even when we do speak the same language?

Pentecost is about understanding each other, no matter what language we speak, or what background we come from, as long as we take a load off Fanny and put the load right on us.

Share the burden. Together celebrate our achievements. Have a bit of fun.

German cheerfulness (or jokes for that matter) will never travel that well, the Brits got “zéro point”, France were chique, and Italy won with a classic rock’n roll song in Italian.

Let’s keep trying to be good. We might fail many times.

One day we will succeed. Our Day Will Come.


“As a society we look back now on how we treated children 20, 30, 40 years ago and we go, ‘God, that was an awful country we lived in’. We will look back on how we treat those children now and we will go, ‘that was an inhumane country we lived in’.”

Brendan O’Connor

That’s what I am thinking about how society treats those with a severe Acquired Brain Injury (sABI). One day we will look back.

The thing is, I don’t have to look back. Brendan does not have to look back. Society does not have to look back.

We just have to open our eyes.

And then take responsibility. Don’t blame anybody else. It’s up to us to change what is utterly wrong.

Brendan did that last week on his Sunday radio show on RTEOne when he interviewed Professor Richard Dawkins.

The former Oxford Professor for Public Understanding of Science had said that bringing a child with Down Syndrome into the world was “immoral.” A woman had asked him about the real ethical dilemma she would face if she found out her unborn child would have Down Syndrome. Dawkins replied to the woman, saying: “Abort it and try again. It would be immoral to bring it into the world if you have the choice.”

Brendan asked for evidence for this – to which Dawkins stepped back from his stance a little bit, stating he may have been “putting it a little too strongly.” – “Given that the amount of suffering in the world probably does not go down, probably does go up, compared to having another child who doesn’t have Down Syndrome, then that’s what I meant”, he continued.

Brendan again asked about Dawkins’ evidence that people with Down Syndrome increase suffering, but the scientist was unable to back up what he just had stated. He went on to admit that he did not know anyone with Down Syndrome “intimately,” to which Brendan said: “Everyone has their own experience of it, and possibly my experience would be that you’re not necessarily right, and I think a lot of people would say you’re not necessarily right.

One listener commented, “I can name thousands of people without Down’s syndrome who actively reduce the amount of happiness and increase the amount of suffering in the world“.

I was asked by Pádraig’s surgeon in Cape Cod whether I really wanted for someone as active and young and intelligent as Pádraig to have an “intolerable life“, at a time when hospital staff had proposed not once, but many times, that we should consent to organ donation. A nurse beside his bed in the NRH asked us whether it wouldn’t have been better had he died. Someone commenting on an article in The Journal asked whether it wasn’t selfish for us to prolong Pádraig’s “suffering”. The country’s best known neurologist told us on national radio that we needed to understand that a health system with limited resources had to invest those resources in patients with a reasonable chance of a meaningful recovery.

And the list goes on.

Many of them were trained clinical professionals. But to me they sounded a bit like Jim Carey in Bruce Almighty.

You would have thought that those clinicians were all about evidence-based research and treatments. They would have data to back up what they were saying and were recommending. But, like the professor from Oxford, surprisingly they didn’t. They were following some home-made thinking.

The thing is, research has shown, as Professor Andreas Bender explained at the launch of the An Saol Project, that people with a brain injury are as happy and as unhappy, as people without a brain injury. Adapting the earlier quote, you could say, “I can name thousands of people without a brain injury who are deeply unhappy.”

People with a severe Acquired Brain Injury (sABI) are as happy or unhappy as anybody else. And they have a right to life as anybody else.

As Prof. Niall Moyna of Dublin City University’s School of Health and Human Performance said in today’s radio show with Brendan, regular physical exercise is central for all of our physical and mental wellbeing. Just that those who cannot exercise themselves, need help and support to do so.

This is what Pádraig and so many others are doing in the An Saol Foundation’s NeuroRehab Centre.

People all over the world are currently doing this as part of the Iron-Month.

Join them. It’s not too late.

Tell all your friends about it. Make this a global movement.

We have to start somewhere.

You have to start somewhere.


I don’t really care so much what people say about me because it usually is a reflection of who they are.


Prince really did not care what people said or thought about him. Otherwise he clearly would not have put on that suit and moved the way he did in the video to one of his most famous songs. His voice was something else. How he got those high notes is unbelievable. If anybody ever was just himself it was him.

I was curious what kind of extremes people were most interested in. So I googled “most”. Here is what I found out.

Out of the top seven searches, five were about the “most beautiful woman in the world”. Did Prince know that when he called his song The Most Beautiful Girl in the World?

I was surprised that there weren’t more different “most” searches people had tried like most difficult, or successful, or cruel, or energetic, or loving, or expensive, or economic.

The reason why I was looking for extremes is that there have been so many extremes in my life recently that I wondered about other people’s experience. – That did not get me very far. Maybe they were not interested in finding out about extremes?

To me, routine is boring – who wants to have a boring life?

On the other hand, constant and extreme change can be completely draining and overwhelming – who wants, non-stop, to have the carpet pulled under their feet?

I am where having a boring life, at least from time to time, doesn’t sound that unattractive anymore.

Pádraig is making good progress with the IronMonth, slow and steady. He is doing his regular distance on the MOTOmed and the Lokomat every weekday. On Monday, he’ll try out the water, for the first time in a long time. We have found a place that has a hydro-pool and is open.

More than 70 people in many different European countries have signed up to do the IronMonth. Check out the Picture Gallery and the recent Press Release.

It’s not too late to join – you just have to focus and finish up with all of us on Sunday, 30 May.

Not in my wildest dreams would I ever have thought that my life turned out the way it did. That I would be as beaten, as energised; as battered, as strong; as deeply sad, as wildly positive; as clueless, as convinced; as I find myself today. Full of extremes.

At times I feel so disconnected, I find what is going on in the world of brain injury so mad, that I feel as if I wasn’t from this world. That they are of the world. That is why they speak from the world’s perspective, and the world listens to them.

I don’t really care so much what they say about me because it is a reflection of who they are.