My son, the triathlete…

Sue Vincent's Daily Echo


You may know my son’s story. For once, I have no problem repeating it for those who do not. I have a very good reason for it that I have been bursting to share!

In 2009 my son was 25… a good looking, successful young man with a fast car, nice apartment near the coast and a very promising career. That ended on July 4th when he was left for dead in a Bournemouth alley, stabbed through the brain in an unprovoked attack.

2009 before the attack 2009 before the attack

I have written before of the terror of the next days as he underwent brain surgery to remove the shards of shattered bone from the left hemisphere of his brain. I have told of the weeks of heartache as we waited to see if he would live or die, while his brain bled and swelled, causing further damage to the brain stem itself…

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The Orderly World

Another translation of a Turkish poet from Forgotten Hopes.



(“Düzenli Dünya” by Melih Cevdet Anday)

-The Orderly World-

I am so fond of this orderly world

The winter, the summer

The spring, the fall

The nights and the days are in order.

The roots of the trees are under the ground

The mountains have their tops above

All the mountains have their tops above

The people are in their right minds

All the people are in their right minds

The five fingers are all in their proper places

The thumb, index, middle, ring and the pinky.

Let’s say the pinky just gets up and

Walks towards the middle finger

How would it dare!

Or a locust tree

By burying its head under the soil

Takes a walk

Hello chestnut, hello pine

Selamunaleykum, aleykumselam

Just while having a small talk

The conversation turns to the root of the locust

The wind begins soughing then…

Its root is out of the ground, out of…

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