Heroes
I've said before that I'm a lucky sod, I've met many of my heroes, that strange mix of people who inspire me and keep inspiring me. And so on the way back from a weekend in Scotland we took a detour, rather than head straight to Liverpool we went down the the east coast to see one of these heroes of mine. Kieran is a try-er, he doesn't stop trying... I remember walking with him up Mam Tor, him in not a good way, his heart not in the best of conditions. His humour and sense of wonder of being in the outdoors was infectious. He fell asleep in his pint, but a legend was born. The next day he pulled on his boots and walked again. That was a while ago and since then he's been given one hell of a gift, he's had a heart transplant and is trying again to do what he can to say thank you for that gift. He's run the London Marathon, twice, and jumped out of a plane. All of which have raised cash... But he's had a dream, for as long as I've known him ...