Growing up in Belfast was an experience. Those of us who did so can empathize with the kids of Syria or Afghanistan today.
Kids of war torn lands take heart. With wisdom there will be peace in your land like there is in mine today. It can take time but never ever give up hope
Strive to make a difference. Smile and embrace the person who is not like you .
Love your neighbor as yourself .
So when the day comes, like it has for us BOOMERS of Belfast that we see a city renewed, hailed as a must go destination in Lonely Planet you can feel happiness beyond believe that you made it through the dark days and into the light.
Between 2007 and 2010 our family lived near Paris in a little town called Noisy le Roi ( nothing to do with being loud but a lot to do with being a King ). This town had a history, it was the site of the stables of Versailles.
During this time Aaron was a little lad and attended the wonderful British School of Paris at Bougival.
When Aaron arrived at the school it was April and all the kids had found their friends in class and he was a little lost stranger.
Not to worry though because he had the most gracious teacher Mrs Denise Souffi who took him under her wing and mothered him like her own chick.
Denise is still a friend and checks in regularly to see how her Aaron is progressing in fact we were chatting about him today and she sent me this photo. Aaron still talks about Denise too and says she is his #1.
During the period Aaron was settling in he had a few moments that were indeed a little « noisy ». At one of these moments he informed all his class that he was fed up with bloody France.
I was mortified when I heard this and profusely apologetic. Both Denise and the saintly head mistress Mrs Tardival took it in their stride.
Not to worry dear Mrs Tardival said we have all heard much worse than that!
Bougival was heaven on earth filled with loving people who helped grow each child, at their own pace, into young men and women as lovely as the plants in the beautiful school garden.
Blessing #3 All Our Teachers for their patience and love
This is a place for people who love a laugh, to chat and to count their BLESSINGS
My name is Gillian. I was born in Belfast in 1960 and this is me in 1965 swinging round a lamp post. I remember the day this photo was taken. A man came to talk to our little circle of friends as we played off Roden Street (Belfast 12).
He asked me what my name was and then said to ask my Mummy if he could take my photo. Mummy said yes and next day there we were in the Belfast Telegraph.
Today the photo occupies half a wall in Belfast City Hall in their exhibit on the history of our city.
Just recently my best friend Carol and I took a trip down memory lane and made a visit to see ourselves as others now see us.
BLESSING #1 The wonderful gift of a friendship that endures.
Please share your stories of friendship and encourage others to share theirs too.