It was such a privilege (and such fun) to be invited to present some of the awards at the annual prize-giving for young athletes from St Albans Special Olympics (SOSA). The event took place at the Old Town Hall. The room was buzzing.
The first picture shows me presenting the Terry Carter Award for Swimming to Ciara McKenna. In the background you can see Susi Williams, the human dynamo who both runs SOSA and acted as compere for the evening. I like the way that the photographer has got her break-dancing while I have a flying saucer coming out of my head…
Ciara’s dad by the way raised a fantastic amount of money for SOSA by organising a charity golf day. All sorts of people dig deep as volunteers and in raising money to make sure that SOSA can run on an absolute shoe-string. One of the other people asked to present the prizes (much more deservedly than me) was Cllr Maxine Crawley, last year’s mayor, who had made SOSA one of her mayoral charities for the year.
The second picture shows Mitchell Camp who won the Rowland Shield for being the best exemplar in terms of sportsmanship, commitment, dedication and sheer enthusiasm of all that the Special Olympics stand for. It shines out of him, just as it shone out of all those present.
If you want more information about SOSA, I have blogged about them previously at http://bit.ly/tLDLPf
PS The title of this posting is SOSA’s mission statement – it sums up their ethos beautifully
I’m not the biggest fan of spoof videos on U-Tube but The Os-borne Identity launched today by the World Development Movement made me laugh. It stars Rufus Jones as Mr O.
This afternoon saw the annual ecunemical service of remembrance organised jointly by St Albans Bereavement Network (SABN –
The nave was packed for the actual service. Some of the many local children, who have been recently bereaved through the loss of parent, grandparent, sibling or other close relation, brought up white paper doves written with prayers and names and hung them before the nave altar on two “Trees of Life” . Later everyone had the opportunity to light a candle and place it in front of the high altar.
One day the Grand Old Man came to their house for lunch, in the midst of one of his epic campaigning tours. The little girl was determined to check out the paragon and peeped through the crack of the dining room door as he ate his lunch.
The scene was the library of The Queen’s School, Bushey. The event was a qualifying round for the schools’ Debating Matters competition organised by the Institute of Ideas. I was there as one of the judges.