So back to Miley. She of the Twerk and Tongue. Getting an award is nothing to her, record sales, PR spin and press inches will persue her regardless. It may be a stunt, Jesse was rather lovely, but I'd like to believe that she was doing it for the right reasons. Homelessness is a real issue, both in the US and across the world. I live in London and there are a multitude of charities struggling to protect vulnerable people. Shelter, St Mungos, Centrepoint, Crisis, Emmaus, Barnados, The Samaritans. There are countless organisations out there supporting vulnerable people. There for the grace of God go all of us. I donate when I can, my cousin is one of those loons who runs half marathons for charity and an old friend Adam is about to undertake a full length triatlon for Mind a mental health charity. These guys blow my mind with their determination and strength and all I can do is donate. People struggle, life is hard. Personally I have my own battles but I don't expect anyone to help me. I can support myself most days. That there are people out there willing to take on someone else's battle slays me and I thank them for it. Some day I may need the help and support of others but right now I am in control and I'm glad that others are getting the help and publicity they need.
It's been a crazy few weeks, we've had the sad death of Robin Williams, a man who on the outside had everything yet battled with inner demons that we couldn't predict. If someone of his talent, wealth and fame couldn't cope then what chance do the rest of us have? How can we judge him? How can we begin to understand the demons he battled? We can't. No more than he could have understood ours. It is a shame, a sad waste of a precious life but we have to accept that he took the path he felt necessary. I have friends who have faced the suicides of loved ones, spouses, children, friends and the scars never heal. They never truly understand why. But in each instance they fight on, struggling not only to understand but to raise awareness of their battle. They can never bring their loved one's back but they fight on to stop other's feeling the same loss. I have felt loss on a grand scale but in a way I am fortunate to have never lost someone to their own sadness. For me, it's mainly been either cancer or old age. The cancer sufferers fought a battle they were never destined to win and as for old age, it gets us all. There is no set age where we give up but sometimes the struggle gets too much. How much loss and pain can we stomach before it gets too heavy a burden to carry? At what point do we decide to give up? No-one should ever feel so helpless that this is an option but still, in our ultra modern works, people struggle. Whether it's leaving home to escape the pain and hurt of family life, or taking drink or drugs to dull the pain of real life to the sadness of feeling that death is the answer, all around us people are hurting. Whether it's a cash donation, or a time spent volunteering, a smile or sending someone out to showcase their cause on a worldwide stage. It may cost us a few quid or a few hours but ultimately it could save lives. Anything we can do to help our fellow man is time well spent. Take a moment and look around you. Who needs help? Who needs a friend? One tiny conversation could mean little to you but could be a lifeline to somebody else.
Miley, I thank you and I hope the world takes up your mantle. Life is precious and we must never forget that.