The fact that I should care about is probably the most important thing in today’s society; but right now I couldn’t care less what happens, it happens it happens. If you know what I mean.
The 3 things I should care about that should be the most important thing in today’s society; but the fact that I couldn’t careless right now because right now it’s not happening yet or won’t happen as it’s just putting the fear in people, and personally I always think it’s going to happen when it happens. People who know me know when I’m quiet there’s something on my mind but I won’t say it; until I’m out of the room alone with the closes people who I know, and won’t say a word but other people think I’m just quiet and get on with things. It’s got me this far of keeping quiet until most recently that I’ve rattled people’s cages before I left one of my jobs. They weren’t happy about it but I don’t care to be frank. It’s like me and Frank from Rescuers Down Under; the whole time my mind is going riot, and everything else it’s just one of those things where just don’t get on the wrong side of me. I am generally the nice person you ever come across and always get asked questions what I think I should do if I was in that situation. I give the people the confidence to rattle people’s cages of don’t mess with me sort of thing.
So my top ten 3 things I should care about that I currently don’t:
Trump: The fat over size pig that calls himself as a president. Well he’s not putting people first; he’s putting himself first as always running the government like it’s a business, but it’s not a business what so ever and plus I haven’t seen him doing anything good other than taking unnecessary holidays, causes more upset in other countries and causes what might be like world war 3. To be honest I would rather watch himself fall over and get rid off to be honest with you. Then I would laugh my head off and call him all the names under the sun; I didn’t know who he was until he started to run for presidency, then I rather he was a know body than a somebody.
UK: The fact over the previous months like 7 months of 2017 I have become strong about what has been going on with my country; no one seems to care about the whole what we think, it’s all about the government, the riches and everything else but right now I don’t give a flying monkeys at the moment. They aren’t stopping the terriosts anytime soon, not caring in the world about other countries near by getting attacked and most importantly where the hell did this come from. About North Korea becoming a threat to us; not like we need any more crap from another silly country, who wants to control the world like Trump and whatever is going on between US and North Korea I pretty much want my county to stay out of it. (Apologies to any of my Korean readers) the fact that I don’t care right now about my county it’s because you can’t have what you want all the time. It’s tough s*** in my opinion.
People’s life stories meaning celebrities:The fact that I’m currently ranting and saying I should care and what not. Yes it hurts but right now I have other problems and I don’t give a to s*** about celebrities misery who are just self in loving, self absorbed attention seekers who crave it all the time and there’s me who just struggle day to day things fighting to be with someone that I love and you get the most idiotic person selling a story like Katie Price. I have a little respect for her and for her disabled son but whatever number husband she’s on. She’s starting to become a woman Henry 8th; without the whole married, beheaded, died and so fourth. I do give a flying monkeys about her love life all she’s doing making people insecure about people who read the trashy magazines and etc because they haven’t got anything else better to do.
I could go on for hours here guys but I’m not because I’m just going to wind my self up more and more; until I have a complete melt down about something or over something stupid, but heyho good night lovely peeps.
“I’m just looking for an angel with a broken wing. Jimmy Page”
Since it’s been quite in the United Kingdom for a month and half; from nearly a year of terror attacks, fires and many more things. I wouldn’t pass them to come back and finish their job; however in support of my readers, followers and my likes. 💕Team Who Says 💕 we all right behind you.
Shadows fill an empty heart as love is fading; but from all the things that we are but are not saying, that we can’t see beyond the scars and make it to the dawn? Yet we can fight along side you by changing the colours of the sky; which will open up to the ways that will make you feel more alive, the ways we will love your for all the things that will never died and to help you make it through the night love will find you.
“What about now? What about today? What if you’re making me all that I wasn’t meant to be? What if our love never went away? What if it’s lost behind words we could never find? Baby, before it’s too late, what about now?” cried the victims
The sun is breaking in their eyes to start a new day; all of the broken hearts can still survive with a touch of your grace, as the shadows fade into the light and you know that I am by your side where love will find you
“What about now? What about today? What if you’re making me all that I wasn’t meant to be? What if our love never went away? What if it’s lost behind words we could never find? Baby, before it’s too late, what about now?”
Now that we’re here; now that we’ve come this far just hold on, there is nothing to fear, for I am right beside you. For all my life, I am yours as always when you find me in your heart. I’m always going to protect you no matter what happens. No matter where I am; I’m always going to be right beside you, like it was meant to be encourage you to move on when your ready. I am always going to be yours.
I am writing to inform you about Annabel Inorin and her family. So please don't just skim through the blog/article; just don't think oh everyone dies one day, Annabel never got to see the world.
“My name is Annabel Inorin. I am 11 year old girl from Nigeria in West Africa; I have a medical condition called “Arrhythmias”, this is where my heart is too sick to do anything that everyone else my age does”
I'm writing to inform you that between 31st July 2017 – 6th August 2017 Annabel Inorin has passed away in her sleep with her family around her. Annabel had a medical condition called “Arrhythmias” which is a disease that effected her heart. The doctors and nurses have tried to make everything that they could to make her feel comfortable as much as possible; but due to lack of treatment and medical medicine to help her deal with the disease, her tiny 11 year old body couldn't keep on fighting for much longer. I have huge respect for her family, her parents, her doctors and her nurses who have tried everything to help her feel comfortable and help her to be positive. Yet all the odds were stacking up against them.
I understand how they feel so much; from working with poorly children such like Annabel in the UK, seeing from first hand what certain diseases can do to you. You know that one day they might not going to make it. Each day is a new day and you never know what's going to happen. When I was told the news of Annabel it was well and truly hit home; the fact that I only just started working with this area of Africa, it really did feel like I knew her as I wrote her case few weeks ago. I feel now that I know her very well; can feel her telling me what to write, to make sure her story got told. Also she wanted to make sure that everyone knew that she now in heaven with god.
“I'm with God now mummy and daddy. It's so cool up here. I’m even allowed to run around, play with other children my age, I'm not even getting tired straight away. Guess what I feel more full of beans now than I was; as I'm getting the treatment what I need up here, I do tend to forget and when they remind me to take it easy I'm feeling dreadful. But heyho I'm free. I love you mummy and daddy, I'm watching over you and I may start doing practical jokes on you now dad like you did to me. I miss you both so much and I love you both"
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Calling out to all businesses from the back and beyond, don’t forget local business in Guildford and surrounding areas of my hometown.
Calling out to all businesses from the back and beyond, don’t forget local business in Guildford and surrounding areas of my hometown. I would like to ask you to help donate and retweet this blog to your fellow business friends, clients and all of the galore. Think I’m starting to sound big headed all well got to advertise one way or another haven’t I; by throwing in my amazing skills of dry sense of humour into the works of things, the reason why I want to reach out to you awesome people is because I have been assigned to this mammoth task of helping a charity called Sentebale but only just one area of West Africa and the country that I am based of helping is Nigeria.
In Nigeria there children who are out there who need your help, be their voices, and your love. The charity has only set the foundation in Nigeria barely six months of this year (2017), they literally have nothing to help the children to read, write or learn knew skills that will equip them for life. My offer is too is this. If you help us to raise the funds to be able to get things up and running. We will be able to help train the children who can learn new skills; how money works, how long it takes them to make the projects and most importantly know that with the money of each product that they make gets sold. The money will go back to them through the charity; if this sounds right up your street by helping the children, to provide for themselves and to achieve positive goals.
Let me tell you the story of what their life is like out there along side quotes from one of the countries that has been founded by Sentebale already. You may need tissues or a shoulder to cry on when you read this.
Story of Nigeria and the children who need our help
Nigeria is a country that nestled itself in the middle of Benin which boarders which is the West of Nigeria; in the East you will find Chad and Cameroon, in the North is Niger and in the South lays the coast of Gulf of Guninea which is facing out to the Atlantic Ocean. Nigeria is actually known as Federal Republic of Nigeria; it is also referred to as the ‘Giant of Africa’ owing to the population and economy, as it is the most popular country in Africa and the seventh most populous country in the world.
Nigeria has also been known to one of the most population of youths in the world; along with approximately 188 million inhabitants in the country alone, the fact that this is a well known and popular country to go to. However I would like to take you down to behind the scenes of the reason why I want you to come, read and donate.
The fact is in Nigeria no one really talks about the needy, the homeless and the orphans in the country. There are children who have witness loosing their parents to HIV right before their eyes; there are some children who don’t even know that they have contracted the disease, or even been passed down from their parents until they get tested and some come back with positives.
Children become homeless due to being rejected from their families, their communities, or even when they eat with other children at school the teachers think that they are going to pass it on to other students. Children from all ages do not understand how or why they are being treated as an out cast to everyone. There are some children who cannot finish their education due to the fact that their families or friends cannot afford the uniform, materials or even worst luck is to looking after their other siblings due to the fact that no one else can due to their parents or any other family members passing away from HIV.
As I was watching a few youtube video clips for research and etc for this page; I have picked out a few stories from three different generations one from a 9 year old, a teenager and a nurse. Why not read on; see for yourself how they manage to cope with having HIV, along with a nurse who is helping one of the children today. Please bare this in mind that; these are real life stories that I’m talking to you about, along with their ages may have changed since I have taken on this role.
Children/nurses in Lesotho have come to tell their story (when it was documented at the time). Here are their stories of how they deal with it all. First story quote is being told by Mots’ Eliso Motaung from Lesotho “My name is Mots’ Eliso Motaung. I am 9 years old. It’s terrible living with HIV. I never tell anyone that I have HIV’
The second story quote is from a teen (I didn’t really catch the her name) but this is her story. “When I was young I got sick, I didn’t feel good about myself. People didn’t like me playing with their children. At school I wasn’t allowed to eat from the same plate as them because they said I would infect the others. I was very upset. I wondered why me? What have I done that makes me different from other children”
Third story is where a nurse who knows the teen’s background and this is what she had said “she was very young only 6 years old and she didn’t understand what was happening. I think HIV was stigmatised because people didn’t understand it. HIV is the same as any other disease and we’re now able to treat it, and get better.’
That’s just one country tackling the HIV that has effected the children no matter what; this is what we want to do in Nigeria to be able to tackle the needy, the homeless and Orphans that have been effected in this way by the terrible disease. One volunteer that I have asked what is it like in the home that he works in he replied ‘It’s fun (working with the children) Nigeria is a place of fun. Different kids with different talents and when a volunteer worker see’s a new kid, they start to wonder, what does this kid have now?’
We want to raise money to be able to help us to buy enough materials that can produce enough to be able to products and to teach the children new skills; how to make money, how to achieve things in life no matter how bad their life is or what they had to go through in their time they have. Along with we need to have enough money to be able to fund everyday essentials that we can use; like toothpaste, toothbrushes, hair brushes and etc.
Every little donation that you make will help go towards these supplies; no matter how little or how big, we appreciate it and it will go along way to help the Nigerian children who need the love and support that is coming from everywhere else. In showing that they are being heard, listened to, being loved and cared for no matter how it is received in the correct manner.
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“The crickets felt it was their duty to warn everybody that summertime cannot last for ever. Even on the most beautiful days in the whole year – the days when summer is changing into autumn – the crickets spread the rumor of sadness and change.”―E.B. White, Charlotte’s Web
Firstly I was loving the heat and etc; until it came to the last day of term, you know when it’s the uk and it’s the last day of time. If your British and you know where I’m going with on this one. It starts raining. You start to get to notice the change pattern quite dramatically the weeks or the last week leading up to it. I start to feel it in my knees; only reason this is because the other weekend I had to strap up my knee as best I could without taking all the plasters, the fabric bandage and etc. I have weak ligaments and sprain practically everything from the wrists to the knees and the ankles. You probably thinking why don’t I go to the doctors about it all. I have countless of times throughout my life about it. Even when I was a young age; one of my parents went off on one at the receptionist at the time; threatened to them if I wasn’t to see a doctor right away, they would take me to A&E but yet the doctors couldn’t find anything wrong. So I ended up just treating every sprain, pain and everything myself.
That’s what cold does to you when you know something isn’t right; you know that it’s going to cause havoc with every joint, much as possible believe me my back is getting painful. Don’t even get me started on my ear. Ooh so mad about that one too.
As my nice summer has gone from nice sunny to miserable raining time; I have actually started to focus on more of my blogging side of things, as you have noticed recently. Also you may of noticed somethings that have been creeping in over the past two weeks or so. You got it The Tales of the Three Triplets and Tom Kennedy. The original idea that I had was probably back in 2006/2007 I think it was; can’t remember with The Tales of the three Triplets, I’ve been re-writing and re-writing their stories but I haven’t got round to publishing it. I thought I’ll give it ago with putting a different version up but keep it similar to the story line that I had started; no idea where that went, must be around here somewhere. The fact is I wanted to see how well their stories would do on my blog website; so that I could see if it’s worth to turn it into a full book or not, I will see about that to be honest with you. Tom Kennedy is sort of a follow on but before the three triplets came along; I was putting a hit and miss with starting with him and where do I start with his story, I just thought you know what just get on with it and see where it goes. So that’s what I did to be honest; I take gambles and see where they go, what happens if they don’t work. Blah blah blah.
I know I didn’t it again rambling along not really know where I was going with it once again. To be honest do I ever know where I’m going with it? Correct it’s me I never know where I’m going with the blogs at the times like these; completely utter madness, but you guys wouldn’t have it any other way really.
This month has seen new blogs coming in to the website; such as extras for the 6 out of the 7 days that have major events, then you have the Saturday Topic at 3pm, Saturday Story/Poem Time at 10am and last but not least the two that I have just mentioned about Tom Kennedy and The Tales of the Triplets. All in which have become quite successful in a way that; they all have made their impact on the website, also been taken in like they were the new babies that you guys thought they were your own. I am glad that you guys are liking them a lot; accepting them as something different, than being judgemental about them and they have room to grow.
The fact that I just whipped up this picture quickly and easy I do say so myself. Due to the fact I just forgot what I was going to talk about next but then I realised that I was going to talk about the freelance company. Back in June 2017 I was contacted by somebody via twitter from the company; they had been watching and reading my blogs that I have been writing about, they wanted me to think about joining them as a free lancer to write things that I want to write about. So I joined up and I wasn’t too sure at the time; what to think about it, as I was asking a lot of questions along the way because I still didn’t understand it all.
To be honest I still don’t understand it but yet I’ve come a long way; within my writing both professionally and coming up new ways of doing things, that I wouldn’t of doing it. I have a monitor/peer mentor; who reads over my work when I send a piece for review sometimes I don’t email, sometimes I email if I’m not too sure about a piece or just to ask a question. It has been a painful experience but it’s starting to become a regular thing now; like with my official website to the point of what I think will go well on the official blog, will go well on the Vocal Media. Sometimes I’m wrong. I sometimes find that one does better than the other and visa; it really doesn’t bother me but it does make see what does work and what doesn’t work, because when I look at the stats at both each week it does to show that what works.
At the end of the day Vocal Media is there for me to be able to gain money; help to support the official blog to run, along side helping me out with financial as well and I have reached my mark all ready. After realising that I can do things to boost things up a bit; I know “well done Lizzy you doughnut you have just made yourself have a blonde moment”, I know thanks guys you know me so well haha.
That’s a wrap for this months blog newsletter. Let’s keep smiling, keep being positive and enjoy the freedom of reading. Yay!
That part when you scheduled a post; you just about to post the same picture on another website, then you see what it had been written on the top. Your like opps! All well are you bothered about it? I’m not because guess what its a Monday extra in the first place during the week anyway.
I’m quite glad that I found this title for this week and of course the subject. I did get mad when I realised what I had done; now I’m like whatever it’s a Monday extra feeling, no ones going to complain. Are they? Better not be….haha I’m joking really.
What made me angrily recently was rules and laws that Caspian has to obey. No matter how much we try and raise the money; or do things we always seem to get blocked at every turn, even if we have had a lot of help to begin with. It just seemed to be never ending; yet no matter how much we argue or share our frustrations, we still love each other and always find away. Even when I’m having a lot of health wise kicking in; knowingly he can’t be there to help, knowingly he frustrates his job and family rules and law that they follow. Especially when you don’t have any money to do anything doesn’t help the situation either. That makes me more angry; as I’m working so hard that I’m just not getting anywhere hard enough, even though I’m trying my best to do everything that I can.
The second most recent thing that has made me feel so angry is people who; think I should apologise for something that I did, when it’s their own actions that have caused me to do that in the first place. That makes me angry; I hate where they think that they are so important because they have the highest status, you think actually are they for real and they show signs that that they can be frauds. Then deni that they aren’t abusing you; they are actually abuse comes across in lots of categories, mentally abuse is one of them and I should know.
Last but no means having the possibility of a hearing aid in one ear; after all this time not having to have one for 26 years or so, yeah it’s one of those things you will have to have them at some point in your life. I am grateful that I haven’t had to have them so far but now the whole sense of feeling like; I’m going back on myself again, proving myself that I can do things and to be able to carry on doing the things that I want to do. I just hate major set backs every time when something happens like my health issues kick in one way or another.
I think this blog has turned into more of a rant than what made you angry recently; unless it is a rant title name that give you the permission to do so, them I’m going to take this as advantage of using it as a rant Friday Time Recap Time! Along with sharing my rant anger with my fellow readers and bloggers who probably feel the exact same feeling that I do about certain things in life that shouldn’t happen but it does.
The worst bit is and this is the last complaint, rant, whatever you call is that my ear is causing so much pain that it’s much better if I had my head laying down. I can’t do that all day long can I. I have work to do ear and your not helping the situation haha.
The part where you just want to scream but the only way to do so is in a journal. Have you thought what it must be like for a writer who has lots going on in their mind; yet the things on their mind is stopping them from putting pen to paper, this is what my world in my mind as a writer.
So in this journal you will find your on a chase throughout the journal; which speaks of the journey that once use to be lived in, but now the journal is speaking of the journey. Now come. Come and read. Read for yourselves what it’s like to live in a writer’s head; that everyone thinks writers don’t get a writer’s block, that’s not true everyone has those days. I’ve had one two many of them this week. (Week of the 10th July 2017).
Let me begin how I grateful I am for you to come and read my blogs and their stories; without your care and love to read them, it’s shows me great courage to continue in writing even if I’m having a bad day for some odd reason or another. So far this week I have managed to get some of my blogs done on time this week; which is a success as monjority of the week, I’ve been so stressed out with other things. All I just wanted to do is scream because I couldn’t get what I wanted done. Done. Where to the point if I wanted to that I actually wanted to give up of trying to live my dream as a writer; whilst everything around me is closing in, to the point of do I actually want to make this a success or not.
I know it’s not going to be a permanent thought of mind when you have a writer’s block; when you have so many other things going on in your head, all you want to do is scream, shout, give up and even want to punch somebody to the point because you got to that state of mind. Writer block is completely to everyone who writes; like I’ve just mentioned about my mind just want to give up and etc, it shows the whole different side of you that no one actually see’s. They see someone being successful in their craft or hobby.
I’m quite surprised that I managed to come up with this blog on Wednesday 12th July 2017. The day I had that day. My word I couldn’t even tell you even if I tried. Whilst I was trying to work on my blogs and etc; I was trying to sort out things with Caspian and his things, whilst having a complete argument, trying to push him away and what not. To be honest he’s not even giving up on me that easily.
The best thing is about Caspian no matter how much I try to push him away; he knows how much I’m fighting my demons, he believes in me no matter how much I want to be left alone. To be able to talk to him about things can unclear my head from writer blocks; then look at what views I have on each blog websites, then say actually what am I doing. I shouldn’t give up on this. I need to believe in myself to be able think I can do this; I’m going to carry on with this and take down the writer’s block one way or another, to remind myself what the blogs are good for and what other people say or thoughts that I may have about it all.
This is one of my reasons I have writer’s blocks when I battle my demons; I think of the whole I’m not good enough, until someone so close to you and says no your not. Its like them saying I’m not abounding you because of what you have got or what has happened to in the past; your the reason why I love you because you have the passion to do something in life, I want to help you get through the pain barrier first.
All you got to do is not give up on yourself; find your strong hardcore man or women who believes in you no matter what, I hope this helps you guys.
Things that May has been trying to do since the general election or as she puts it a snap election. To be honest May has made so many mistakes, so many u-turns, trying to preach the Good Friday Agreement with Northern Ireland. Even with agreement with them still not looking good; however she’s asking Liberals (Liberal Democratics) for help to prop her up; along with asking David Cameron to back her on things, this goes to show how much she is desperate to say in power and for the money.
I am glad that the fox hunting u-turn because otherwise if they did bring back fox hunting; they would want to bring back everything else that is being protected, to which what time period are they trying to go back to?
I personally think delaying the queen speech was pretty much stupid and waisting everyones time. You knew it was going to back fire one way or another; I take my hat off to the queen making a statement with her outfit for the day, to say to Theresa May that it’s better to stay in the EU. Yes the queen is getting on a bit but she hasn’t lost her marbles; she knows every crock and crannies, when it comes to each primeminster who had served her and her country. She knows what she is up against; every time there is a new primeminster or the same primeminster, she’s not daft one single bit. Since that day everyone realised what really is going on; as the queen reads out the speech, now all of the hard work that poor May had put in and now the queen speech goes out of the window.
It does go to show that it has made clear in what is going on; what May’s game plan is, they are now trying to block her every move. Even monjority of her cabinet is trying to block her every move.
Neither May or Corbyn are good at their rules; either one of them will bank crupt the a whole of UK in one go, either of them in power. How about cut all of their pays; take all of their luxuries away, and everything else that they may have as I am for certain that’s where all our money is going. On them so that they can lavish all the good things in life; whilst we have to work our arses off to get what we want, cuts need to be in their areas not our areas that we need the most.
Theresa May comes out fighting for austerity. Which means that after sacking George Osborne last year 2016; which means that she has stuck with his austerity script, which has prompted Corbyn to grow confidence since the election to which had landed series of rhetorical blows. “The Prime Minster found £1bn to keep her own job” he had noted of the DUP deal. Quotes and more information are found on NewsStatesman for the full article.
Another mp is coming out with is that May is frightened out of her own skin; this is because she doesn’t want to call for another election, due to the fact that she knows that labour will win. That’s why she’s calling on everyone to back her up in the way that she can’t loose her job. To be quite frankly the longest and oldest standing mp is quite right if you ask me; she is frightened of loosing her job and the power that she has. I rather she wasn’t in power anymore but then again I don’t want Corbyn in either.
That day that shock the whole nation as we come to terms with our first attack; this is a story of what it must of felt like on the day when it all happened, the day that 52 people who had died that day.
The birds swooped down; that very morning, today was like any other day. I wake up to my annoying alarm clock; to tell me to get ready for my day, I didn’t really want to but it was so sunny, warm and blue skies. What could go wrong on 7th July 2005? Nothing can would it. I’m just an average 14 year old going to school like everyone else in London; that day me and my friends decided to go and get the underground trains that day, than we normally do in the morning if we were running late for the bus.
Our parents always knew our game plan because one of us is always running late one way or another; that’s why we all get on so well, we stick together all the time. This was the early 2000’s at the time nothing much really could go wrong; typical teen head at the time, but we were living the life of freedom and care free. So we got to the underground train that we normally get on a running late day; still thinking our day would be alright, as we got onto the Circle Line that was going to be stopping near Aldgate and Edgware Road. Fortunately our parents rang in saying that the trains were running late; should be in by 9:30am, they were more expectable at that as we did come from different part of London but also our parents were the governors of the school. Not bragging or anything.
The train had started to slow down at about 8:49am that’s when I started to think something wasn’t right; this route wouldn’t stop here, would it? I looked around as my friends were still talking like they haven’t even noticed anything strange or anything; no one wasn’t seem too bothered about the whole train stopping, there was one guy looking dodgy but then again I always thought men were strange people in the first place. Someone’s phone went off that caught my attention. Then the next thing all I could remember was me, my friends and everyone else in the carriage went up into the air we all landed in a heap.
I could barely move or say anything. All I could hear was people screaming in pain; I could taste blood in my mouth. I knew. I knew I just been attacked but by what? I couldn’t sit up or anything. I just thought where are my friends are they are alright; with the whole fear of oh my god! I’m going to be left to die, no one is coming to get me. I want my mum.
I don’t even know what the time is; I could hear voices coming down the tunnel, they were getting closer and closer. The screaming had stopped; unless that I can’t ear anything, everywhere is pitch black other than the people who were coming to rescue them had torches.
I could hear foot steps coming into the carriage; I was starting to loose consciousness, as one of the rescuers had started to shine the light in my face to see if I was alive or not. Then shouted to the others what I could make out as the blood had started to pile up in my ears; ‘a young teenager over here who’s alive but in and out of consciousness’ few extra people came over and they started carefully to lift me up on to a hard something. That I wasn’t too sure what it was.
It still felt a very long time and dark in the tunnel but as soon as my rescuers got me out to the platform and out of the station the sun had gone in. The clouds had gone in; something was wrong, all I could remember was being put back of an ambulance then fell unconscious.
I don’t even remember what happened after that all I can remember is waking up in hospital; with a hospital gown on, cards and gifts at the end of my bed not being able to move. My parents were there when I woke; they called the doctor and nurse to come, I started to panic of what has happened.
I literally couldn’t hear what they were talking about; which grew made me grow into panic, this had to be serious why can’t I hear and I can’t feel anything. I started to cry as it was hard to understand; this is harder than I had imagine, my mum was trying to calm me down….It took me 12 years to recover with the lots of help encouragement; but I’m working hard, building up charities in people who are effecting in the attacks. I miss my friends everyday; some suffered the same as me, however some of them died in the attack.
This is a story of what may of felt like being in the first attack. A point of view of a victim who may have lost everything; how to rebuild their lives after attack that may effect them for the rest of their lives, along with the flash backs due to the recent events.