March 2017

[Sweder]

We built it, they came. My word.
I can't get my breath, I woke up at 5 this morning and walked in the hills, mind whirring with memories.
So many heroes, so many wonderful people giving up their time, joyfully, standing around, cold, cheering and clapping, coaxing runners home ...

One man crossed the line, broken. He rested his hands on his knees, mumbling something about 'oh, but that was really hard. Really, really hard.' I put my arms round him, pulled his soggy chest into mine, and hugged him. And he sobbed. He's a squaddie, this lad, with a face that could break down brick walls. He sobbed like a child, held onto me, wouldn't let me go.
'Thank you'

Thank me? I cannot get my breath. I can't see the screen now, either.
Jesus wept. I hope you were watching, Big Man. So much love.