Fear of drowning – and the power of trust

Fear of drowning – and the power of trust

We went kayaking the other day. I was rather reluctant. I’d booked a day out on the river Dart as a Christmas present. Back in December when I emailed the kayaking instructor, it had seemed a romantic notion. Me, Stu and the river Dart – what more could we want?

Terrorism – what’s the answer?

Rather than become suffocated by the cycle of fear-mongering news I turn my attention to the compassion and courage of those who helped others at the scene. The countless acts of love as strangers reached out to those in need.

Drunk on a train

I wanted to escape, the last thing I wanted was to start any kind of connection with a wierdo, yet here was Stu extending a hand of friendship with a drunk stranger. My head swirled with ‘what if’ thoughts