Today I heard on the radio that the local junior doctors that were striking doing something awesome with their time. They were using a room at a community centre called The Friendship Café to teach CPR to the public. Far from the lazy doctors some would have you believe. All of the doctors were very friendly, but the doctor I was paired with was called Suzie. She is a wonderful young lady who has only been at Gloucester hospital for a few months after transferring from the North of England.
It’s not often I get all political but that picture of Aylan Kurdi really got to me. He was so little, so perfect. He looks like my lads in so many ways, it hit me hard. I was bothered before, but kinda thought things were improving for the refugees and that big charities had it under control. It seems though he’s not died in vain, obviously I wish he and his brother Galip were still alive, as I wish all the other refugees were. But this little boy changed the world, I had of course seen lots of other nasty pictures and video clips on the news, but nothing hits a parent in the chest like seeing a dead baby. I immediately recognise things about him, but those tiny little shoes, they got me most. Shoes – it sounds so dumb, but my boys had tiny shoes like that: dirty soles […]