Everybody is equal on the surface to me now, no matter how they appear. It is only what is hidden on the inside that makes the real difference between us.
Posts by Liam Ryan:
Of all the people that I know, very few, if any, seem to completely attain the life that I believe they deserve.
When the entire world is in chaos we all need personal stories of inspiration like never before.
I hope that the world will learn from the co-operation and determination we all showed through the negativity of this year.
The Coronavirus has turned the world as we know it upside down. It has become an Armageddon moment for the entire planet. More Americans have now died from it than were killed in the First World War.
They will be coming to an end soon but I am enjoying my 50’s. A stage of your life, better than any other, when everything comes together.
You are old enough, but you are still young enough too.
The position of the kicker on a football team has always intrigued me. Here is a player that for most of the time is practically anonymous. Many of the rival fans and neutrals watching won’t even know his name. He runs on, unannounced and unnoticed, a few times in the game just to kick the ball between the posts, and then disappears again, whilst everybody is generally consumed with the much higher profile players and the more dramatic plays.
But I always like to keep my hand in on a few smaller projects at all times too. They keep me grounded. They bring me out to real people, living real lives, with real housing issues. No matter how small their individual project may be on the global scale, for them, it is the biggest project in the world.
16 years ago this week I was lying on a bed in the intensive care unit of Liverpool University hospital. My face looked as if somebody had just exploded a bomb in the middle of my head. Against great odds, I was still alive after some of the most complex surgery that is possible.
These days, I regularly find myself carrying out a review of each day. In a busy life, it appears to be a little mechanism that has evolved to help me keep some kind of check on progress, or otherwise. A daily instrument to help me impose some order on an often hectic schedule.