There But For The Grace of God…

I did not realise how important music could be until it had stopped being important in the world. I recognised how much artists expressed themselves in their paintings and their music.

A favourite saying in our family growing up was, “There but for the grace of God go I.”

I always think of that whenever I see somebody homeless or a domestic violence victim who has been seriously injured or killed. Watching this brought it all back. Whenever things get difficult I watch videos like this to remind myself how glad I am to have got out. My ex threatened me too and told me I would not be able to get a decent lawyer. The irony was he had ended up coveting my lawyer.

Every Day I don’t have my ex around me is a Happy Day (From Sister ACT 2)

I know it is There But For The Grace of God Go I

I have usually done something for them, like buying them a warm drink. It is especially wretched to be on London’s streets in Winter as it is so cold. I used to go to Leicester Square quite a lot. It would break my heart to walk by lines of cardboard boxes. I had broken away from my friends and bought one guy a cup of soup. I was really scared that he would get angry with me but I did it anyway. He just turned to me and thanked me politely. London was the absolute worst for homelessness. Nowadays I am not so scared to do it. I try not to walk past a homeless person and do nothing. Everybody should have shelter. It is a basic human need. I cannot solve homelessness but I can at least show one person I do care. I spent one night at Waterloo Station among the homeless!, having missed the last train home. That was more than enough! Last Train To (or I’m my case from) London

I was on the bus at my former home here in Australiawhen another homeless guy boarded, I had given him one of my cloth bags to carry his stuff. It was all I had at the time.

I had emptied my purse for a woman in Jerusalem. I was a Backpacker whose cash had run out at the time. I hope it was like the guy who had bought me sandwiches and a drink at Prague Airport. One small gesture that had meant so much to me and for which I will be eternally grateful I was really excited that they had seemed to find shelter for London’s homeless during the pandemic. It made me proud of my British heritage. I was proud of the children too for keeping an eye on the guy at the station here.

Another Day In Paradise -;Phil Collins

I Live In Trafalgar Square. – Bert Holloway

I had been concerned, while going through our divorce that we too might end up with nowhere to live. I do not think our youngsters had understood how close this had come to being the case. I was so grateful to have found our current home. It had seemed like a miracle at the time, perfectly located so that they could get safely to and from university. For me the early days had been blissful. I had told them we would have a holiday those first two weeks. I had treated them to take-always and meals out. I had thought I could finally let go and relax. I had been absolutely determined that they would finish their education.

Our son had been pretty happy at university until his friendship with a girl had turned toxic. Ì had encouraged him to stay away from her before he would get himself into real trouble but she had continually rung him up, wondering where he was. He has never fully recovered.The worst moment was when she had turned half his class against him. I do not think his young Asian friend realises that he may just have saved his life with his kind words. I did thank him but I don’t think it had registered with him how truly grateful 🙏 I was. From what I saw he needed to realise Someone Saved My Life Tonight. I do think I had given my son’s Asian friend a hug.

I am still processing my anger that my own situation was allowed to continue for so long. I haven’t written this previously but my dear friend had given me a solemn look in the eyes, when I had lamented that I wished the relationship was not breaking down at such an important time for our youngsters.

When I had spoken to my friend that I felt the timing of our separation had been really unfair to our children. I wished it would have happened a year later, when they had finished their exams.

She had pulled me up short by stating simply,

“Freda(not my name) one more year and you could have been dead.”

Source: Keith Urban


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