@HillsboroughSu1 organised therapy for PTSD after Paris, and I want to sincerely thank them.
In yesterdays session, we went back to Hillsborough. In 8 sessions, I’d never said that, in my lowest moment (unconscious & dying in Pen 4), a young
2/5 man, standing on a ‘crush barrier’, reached down, grabbed my arm. I regained consciousness enough to grab back & clamber up, onto the barrier, before turning & helping someone else. Once I’d done that I scrambled over the side fence & down the walkway, between pens 4 & 5,
3/5 on to the pitch. I always said I’d never be able to find the person, who saved my life, to thank them, to which the therapist said; ‘You don’t need to find them to thank them, you just need to thank them’. I’d never thought of it that way, so, I want to record my gratitude
4/5 to the stranger that saved me in the Leppings Lane. Ultimately, that stranger didn’t just save me, at Hillsborough, he helped to give me the strength & wisdom, along with many Hillsborough survivors, to save peoples lives in Paris, because it was our common understanding,
5/5 our mindfulness, our reflective knowledge of that sunny April day in 1989 that, ultimately, helped bring the reds home safe &!prevented any loss of life on the day.
Am I still angry? YES…
But yesterday made me look at Paris in a different light