We may not be able to do anything about your age (if only), but we sure can point you in the right direction when it comes to banishing your injury demons and getting back to your best. You turn 40 in December and we hope between now and then to have seen you in that famous green jacket one more time.
Google will provide an answer to pretty much anything, but I'm afraid there are some things that Google just can't help us with. Google can't tell you what you should be doing with your life, or reassure you that you made the right decision yesterday. So, in our fragile, digitally reliant states, we worry. And more and more of us are worrying more of the time.
am not usually the sort of person who prefers canine company to that of her husband and children. But just now I felt instinctively that I needed Coco. She would have climbed onto the bed, peacefully settled down near me. My warm, cuddly teddy bear would have comforted me silently and in turn she would have been soothed by my presence.
At the times in my life where suicide has become a real and valid option, it seemed the best thing to do for everyone. When my mind reached this completely irrational conclusion, I was convinced that while my family might grieve for a while, they would ultimately get over it, move on, and be the better for no longer having to watch over or worry about me.
When I think about Paul Gascoigne I think about his sheer resilience. His determination to provide for those he loved something that has eluded him his entire life. Yes he fell, hard. And he picked himself back up. Countless times. And as it stands he sadly has fallen more times than he has risen. But not because he had it all then threw it away further down the line.