Husband was out on Wednesday evening, playing skittles, a fortnightly team event, popular here in the South West of England. (to be honest I'm not sure about the rest of the country). I wondered about watching a now annually televised event "Pride of Britain", knowing it would be quite an emotional programme. I decided I would begin to watch and if it proved to be too much (I seem to be more emotional as I get older and I've always been a "weeper") then I would turn it off.
I did stick with it and found it fascinating to hear the remarkable stories that were told that evening of such bravery and courage, not only adults helping their fellow men but of children too, being so brave in the face of serious illness and disabilities and yet fighting on, not just for themselves but for others too.
I have watched the programme in other years and knew what to expect and I am glad I saw it through to the end.
I know I have already mentioned Susan Boyle this week but the whole event was opened by her singing with a young choir, which was perfect.
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