Isn't life weird and wonderful!

Well, what a couple of weeks that was!
If you have read my blog, you know that my life has not been all sunshine and roses. Life has been hard and will continue to be because of how my big family has a history of being taken away by circumstances fate dictates.
But I have crawled out of child poverty, to have a grammar school education, an education in how being poor in an elitist system is not going to further your prospects. To be so good at certain sports doesn't guarantee you a place, to have street smarts before leaving school and using my personal skills to try and get an apprenticeship. Failing because of my background.
My determination to support my family, regardless of job opportunities I have never had a day claiming benefits, never, allowing my kids to fail because of who they are. And their background. Indeed my job now is somewhat so rewarding, my dream job. Sometimes life can be a pleasure.
Enough of me, I have every reason to be proud of my immediate family, though certain older ones are totally irresponsible for their behaviour. I digress!

During a period that has really astonished me, three out of four, those in school have exceeded expectations from their school reports. The others , two hold good jobs as apprentices, the other two are not at school.
Indeed, one of my granddaughters had her first holy communion today, she is definitely a chip off the old block.

So why has my kids and grandkids made so proud and the reason for my joy. Though it was by pure accident it happened.
One of my son's saved a fifteen year old boys life this week.
The boy, wanted to commit suicide by jumping onto a motorway, this happened to a young girl at the same place last week. So, as my son was driving by on his way into work, he spotted the lad behaving suspiciously, where these flowers had been placed to commemorate a young lady's demise last week. He stopped and asked if he was okay, the lad told him in no certain manner to go away, my son again enquired to his well being, the lad started walking away, so my son watched him, the boy walked to the end of the bridge and kept looking back.
My son then decided to go around the motorway roundabout and make sure that the boy was away from danger.
As he returned to the spot where he spoke to him earlier, the boy had returned. My son phoned the police, he pulled up again and could see that the boy was distressed and crying, my son spoke to him and again swore at!
The boy started to climb the bridge railing, my son immediately left his vehicle by this time the boy was just about to jump, and without thought of safety grabbed the boy and pulled him back over the railings, my son held the boy down to prevent the boy doing it again. Another car pulled up and phoned the police, then another car stopped and helped my son prevent any more problems.
The police arrived, placing the boy inside, and drove away.
My son was sent home from work because he was in a bit of a state.
The following day, there was a sign, on that same spot, that said, Thank you for saving our son!
My son has received many messages from the people who witnessed this, the chief constable also phoned him and praised his actions.
One of my other sons, helped an old woman with her falling and saving her embarrassment till an ambulance arrived.
My daughter, her job is in social care for children, she has been rewarded because of her work in helping unfortunate children in foster care.

And to finish off, I'm not name dropping but my nephew was part of the guard of honour at the recent royal wedding. He is serving with the Blues and Royals, He was pictured in his finery on the steps outside alongside the happy couple.

And finally, as it is now a month since Wembley! And my team winning and my part in it, what a month it's been!

On a sad note, my brothers are not here to celebrate their birthdays during this time, my eldest would have 74 on June 6th (D Day!) And my next eldest would have been 66, today!

I have my health. And I'm thankful for that but not as much as my kids and grandkids are dear to me!

Thank you for reading.