I travel on planes a lot. I recently took my 56th flight in 2012 from Amsterdam to Birmingham on KLM. In the last five years while working in Kiev, yet living in the UK, I must have heard the same announcements hundreds of time as I travelled between the two locations. The seats upright, the tray tables away, the electrical items switched off and the seat belt fastened. Then these recognisable safety instructions come over the loudspeakers:
In case there is a loss in cabin pressure, oxygen masks will drop from the ceiling. Pull the mask towards you, secure the elastic strap to your head, and breathe normally…. Please make sure to secure your own mask before assisting others. Read more
Why would anyone choose to run 10k across open fields, wade waist deep through stinking thick mud, plunge into an ice cold lake, and then crawl though stagnant water filled ditches all in the cause of accomplishment? That’s a good question. On Saturday 22nd September, along with around 2000 other people, I did by taking part in The Wolf Run. It’s the only Wild Run in the UK. You tackle a series of seriously tough obstacles, both man-made and natural, designed to test your mental and physical strength, skill and stamina. I am not really that fit, I wouldn’t call myself a runner, I can’t say as Eric Liddle did, “God made me fast, and when I run I feel his pleasure,” it’s more God made me for comfort rather than speed! So, what was it that pushed me to put in miles of preparation, pain, effort and exertion just to take part in the event? The reason I ran was solely for the sense of accomplishment. I completed the run just to feel the thrill of accomplishing something personally inspiring. Does that sound so strange? Read more
It’s amazing how many smiles you can generate from a blue helium balloon.
Sitting on the corner of Kirchgasse and Oberdorfstrasse, central Zurich, the cute little girl with long blond pigtails happily bounced past on her father shoulders clutching tightly the string that was tied to a prized blue helium balloon. Her excited smile generated by such a simple possession was easily transferred to me. Then, in turn, it was reflected back to her father when we made eye contact as I sat at the pavement café drinking strong, aromatic Moka Efti coffee. The girl that sat on the next table that had devoured what looked like a large fish, salad and bread so crunchy I could hear her take each bite at 12 feet away, also grinned as the smile of the little girl went viral on that street corner. Read more