Distraction

Bukayo Saka scored England's equaliser in normal time

This evening, courtesy of live television, I watched the England men's football team beat Switzerland to reach the semi-finals of The European Nations Cup. It was an enthralling, closely fought match in which the teams were level at 1-1 after half an hour of extra time. Consequently, the game had to be decided on penalty kicks. Here England came out on top - scoring all of their five penalties while Manuel Akanji of Switzerland saw his kick saved.

Now we will be playing The Netherlands on Wednesday evening in Dortmund to decide which team will advance to the final in Berlin on Sunday 14th July. There the other finalists will be either France or Spain.

It's all very exciting and sometimes nerve-wracking.

Professional sports have become part of the entertainment industry. Many millions of people find much distraction and indeed joy through watching their chosen sports. Top players are paid a king's ransom and  for many onlookers how their team performs means much more to them than any form of religious belief.

Societies put successful sportsmen and sportswomen on pedestals but when all is said and done, sport is not really all that important. It rides upon the back of real life like all other forms of entertainment. Real life is about survival, keeping a roof over your head and putting food on the table. In real life it's all about your particular version of "the daily grind". You get up and go to work day after day, year after year. We can only dream of standing in the spotlight, entertaining our fellow citizens.

Sport has given me plenty of pleasure through the years - along with plenty of heartache. Nonetheless,  I recognise that it has all been a kind of distraction from things that really matter. Still, I will be cheering England on right to the end of The European Nations tournament and hoping that this time our team can rise to the top like cream in a milk jug. COME ON ENGLAND!



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Georgetown

 Heard the Dan and Shay song Bigger Houses this morning. It’s slowly becoming a favorite, if only to hear my favorite lyric.  Something to effect or learning that happiness isn’t always found in bigger houses. I used to believe the what if’s. If I wasn’t born with CP, life would be easier. Now, as I look on it, I’m not so sure. I wanted the fairytale that most girls dream of. Now I realize fairytales don’t exist in real life. We want them so bad we write books to give ourselves the illusion of what we want. 

I bought a shirt in the Georgetown, DC neighborhood that says not broken. It’s from Bitty and Beau’s. Please look them up. Being in there at first was uncomfortable. Just being honest. Then I realized these were my people. They loved working. They loved being helpful. They loved life. And frankly the twenty five dollars I spent that day, I more than got my return on investment. Literally and figuratively. I wear it whenever I have a bad day, or just need to smile. 

A physical and emotional memory I don’t want to forget. So when I want the finer things, I remember that day when a t-shirt and peppermint bar brought delight to a face that hadn’t seen in too long. Do I still have days where I wonder what could have been. You bet. Won’t lie. I’m just trying to have more days with genuine happiness and where there are no questions that need asking. 



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