Enough Is Enough.

To those who are trying to impose an influence over Jeremy Corbyn and the Labour Party – which seems to be always before an election… Hmmm.

To especially those who keep on insisting using the anti-semitism card each and every time you fail to get your way…

It will not work in your favour but against you.

Enough is enough.

Stop
Just stop…. spitting your dummies.

There is far more vile stuff being said and done to the Muslims on a daily basis.

~ SJ (Sara Jae)

Enough Is Enough.

It does not help when you get idiots like Piers Morgan saying on TV that the Muslim community does not do enough.

Not only that but when the news lie, this video proves that the police were not on the scene within one minute as our Prime Minister is trying to make us believe.

This is a harrowing recording of the aftermath by my friend who was there at Finsbury Park Mosque, the van had just nudged his shoulder but injured his friend as well as deliberately mowing down others in his path.

A criminal act is a criminal act. The background of the individual is irrelevant but when someone happens to be of a faith, it’s focused so much more on their faith. On another post a friend said this was a terror attack. Someone else tried to say that it is just a white man. No, it’s a terror attack, a terrorist can be anyone regardless of background.

A quote from an interview on BBC news “He is effectively working for ISIS because that’s what they want.” (Division)

Who says we are against each other? ☺️ It’s only those who allow themselves to feel the division and be divided through evil that feel as if they are. If they had an ounce of wisdom, they’d see past their biased anger and not permit it to dictate them or their actions. Easier said than done perhaps, for some. This is why some managed to stay calm and collected last night in the assailant’s face. Admirable really.

It is one event after another these days and it is draining on us all, we all need some peace.

Enough is enough.

~ SJ (Sara Jae)

Eeh Bah Gum!

Ever since I knocked on death’s door the very first time several years ago, I became ultra-aware of life itself, cherishing each little smile, touch, taste, smell and sight. In complete awe at the miracles of Nature’s designs, always.

Upon realising the fragility of life, and the stark reality of the dangers that exist all around us – it has not been an easy ride. Being extra conscious of conflicts and trivialities, my heart longs for peace and love while my head wants to drown out the cacophonies of life.

Life is precious and extremely short. I cannot put into words just how short it can be unless you realise in such a moment, suddenly understanding what it means.

Due to the nature of the operation, I had and why, I know I will one day need another operation and that time is slowly but surely, approaching. Putting off going to the doctors will not help but delay and prolong any fears of another drawn out nightmare that I do not wish to put others or myself through again.so courage will have to come into play once more.

Soon because first, I am going to create another memorable moment for the kids to cherish, by introducing them to the Angel of the North, first spreading her wings in 1998, rising some 20 metres from the earth, dominating the skyline and majestically dwarfing all those who pay her a visit. It is an experience, they will not forget.

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Eeh bah gum indeed…

🙂

~ SJ (Sara Jae)

Strike Action Diminishes Trust & Reliability

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Trust and reliability…

Trust and reliability which has taken years to forge is lost the very instance whenever workers walk out the door or go on strike.

From experience, they will only try their hand at the implementing the same manipulation tactics time and time again, pushing their luck that little bit harder with each attempt. Of which, the repetition becomes stale with greed. Inevitably, workers become more complacent due to demands being met.

If workers cannot do their job effectively consistently by going on strike and their actions for which they are responsible for is causing a ripple effect on the public, they need to be nipped in the bud, not appeased or permitted to bully their bosses.

Granted there are pen-pushers who have no comprehension of what workers on the ground may face, any walkouts where talks have failed, would provide them with the opportunity to stand in for the workers and gain the valuable experience and insight needed before understanding the workers’ stance fully. To able to reach a fair and just, compromise sympathetically.

There are experienced employers out there who have worked extremely hard in establishing, developing and taking further their companies, showing utmost patience to date and that alone deserves a pat on the back.

Where that is the case, what an employer should do is let the strikers go… People who voluntarily choose to go on strike, potentially ignoring, compromising and endangering users of the services should be dismissed from their jobs, to make way for those who genuinely need and want a job, respectful of those above them paying their wages. Service users reserve the right to take their custom elsewhere, otherwise.

In order for workers to understand humility and gratitude, they need to be reminded of just how lucky they are to be walking in such comfortable shoes. There are workers overseas who work in potentially highly dangerous conditions with no health and safety polices in place. They receive very little next to nothing yet they continue to strive in helping to make the world a better place, for others, sometimes risking their lives. They are the survivors, of the fittest.

~ SJ (Sara Jae)

Keep Calm And Yield

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I encountered today yet another degree of selfishness. I cannot fathom how people seem to believe they have right of way on what is surely, a shared public pavement…

My daughter and I were waiting to meet someone and I decided to put a piece of scrap paper from my coat pocket into a bin, which we made our way towards. Job done, checked that my daughter was okay yet this old lady decided to have a right go at me some fifteen seconds later.

“Did you not hear me walking behind you – you just walked right across my path”.

Cue one jaw dropping moment.

“I’m sorry, I was just putting some rubbish into the bin”  I answered, feeling rather astonished…I really did not see any one else in the immediate vicinity except at the bus stop otherwise I would have yielded. Giving is better than taking, is it not?

She completely snubbed me and proceeded to the bus stop where she continued to moan about me right in front of my very eyes to innocent bystanders. I could not swallow how impudent she dared to be. I decided not to permit her to be so spiteful so calmly walked over to her; reminding her that I was putting something into the bin. Should I have thrown rubbish onto the ground instead? She looked surprised to see me standing my ground to an elder like herself, who are usually extremely set in their ways, who in addition had the audacity to brush me aside, waving me away.

An innocent bystander realised I was deaf and informed her of my predicament, hence why I did not hear her. Besides, she was only petite, not some stomping great giant. Bless this bystander and her cottons.

Upon seeing how she waved me away as if I were some pauper, I decided to give her one last injection of my feistiness, “You may think I am the one being rude when it is actually you, who is being so rude.” Relatively shortly after, I decided to remove my daughter away from such a display of insolence. From a short distance, we could still see her grumbling away, glancing back at us, trying to involve surrounding onlookers, which was saddening to see. My patience was being tested once more.

She expected attention under notions of grandeur and quite possibly she would have gone on to whine about me to everyone else she spoke to except they would not know the whole truth or my side of the story and this is what infuriates me so much.

Just because one may live in an area of affluence or have money, it does not give anyone the authority to be so arrogant and aloof. I sincerely hope she will think twice in future before passing any more crass remarks – not everyone will be as understanding. Caring for elderly people in the past has helped me to determine that for some of them, they know how well to manipulate situations into their favour due to their life experiences.

If I can give someone who happened to be a police detective, a piece of my mind with the greatest of respect for valid reasons, no one else gets treated any differently just because of who they may be, where they may come from or who they may know since it is all irrelevant. No one is all that.

A fact – arrogance renders people ignorant.

“An arrogant person considers himself perfect. This is the chief harm of arrogance. It interferes with the person’s main task in life – becoming a better person.” – Leo Tolstoy.

Keep calm and yield – within reason. For the giving (upper) hand is better than the taking (lower) hand.

Be a lover, not a fighter. 😉

~ SJ (Sara Jae)

A Little Angel

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I have a memory that has since been frozen in time, which I cherish, of a remarkable little girl. Her name was Rebecca Young and she was the only girl out of what seemed like a football team of boisterous brothers. One of her brothers, Wesley, is one of several beloved childhood friends of mine – to date.

His sister, Rebecca, had piercing blue eyes, long golden hair and red lips. The very mention of “Cinderella” or “Goldilocks”, I am reminded of her with fondness. Both Wesley and his sister happened to be the only ones deaf in their family so they were exceptionally close to one another.

One day towards the end of half term whilst I was home from boarding school, she came round to play. I was quite flattered that she was willing to spend time with me, at my house – without her brother even! With an abundance of laughter, we played many mentally stimulating games like ‘Pairs’ and other puzzles. She was after all, about eight years old at the time.

Little did I know then, how grateful I would be to have shared that distinctive day with her.

Boarding school meant I was away from home and my childhood friends, against my will I hasten to add so I was in for a surprise albeit a devastating one. I had returned home for the weekend two weeks later after that unfading day with Rebecca. That Sunday evening, I was packed and ready to be taken back to school except my mum stood me in the hallway; she had something to tell me.

There had been a freak accident and we would not be able to see her any more. I was confused with swirling emotions and shock since it was only quite recently that we had a play date.

“What could have happened in that short space of time to such an innocent and sweet little girl?”  I remember pondering.

I was only about eleven back then and unfortunately, I had not been so exposed to death in an adult capacity. Reluctantly, I returned to school in a state of numbness and confusion. I very much still wanted to understand and know exactly what had happened to her.

The next time I was allowed home again for the weekend, my mum had saved the local paper for me to read. They had all been aching far too much to physically tell me what had happened. As I read the paper with such care, a lump grew in my throat thus disabling me from reacting; I finally understood why she was no longer gracing us all with the pleasure of her company.

Both Rebecca and her brother, Wesley, had gone out into the fields nearby where they lived to explore. There was a developing building site adjacent to the fields and so, their “adventure” continued there. One of the large cement tubes somehow toppled onto her, crushing her underneath. Her brother went into an indescribable state of panic and ran home to get help.  I can only imagine to an extent, his frustrations at not being able to communicate to his family what had happened to his one and only sister. She was ever so precious to them all, being the only girl.

She was rushed to hospital having been crushed by the weight of this gigantic (compared to her) cement contraption, this took the strength of a good handful of grown men (her big brothers) to move. A life-saving machine kept her under and going for a week or so but eventually, her overwhelmingly brave parents who were more than well-informed of their daughter’s extremely delicate condition, decided to let her rest in peace, on her birthday.

She may have only been little but she was larger than life itself, impressing each and every one of us, for whom she was a little angel.

Rebecca, thank you ever so for that exceedingly memorable day and for being you xx

~ SJ (Sara Jae)