I am reminded of an old photograph I saw years ago, depicting London during the Blitz. Standing amongst the rubble of bombed out buildings, was a woman in her seventies. She had a large bandage over one eye, however, it was not her injury which
struck me, but rather her proud carriage, and indomitable courage. Through the decades, this lady has served to represent the face of tenacity and strength to me. Often, when feeling overwhelmed, I have asked myself what would she have done to
deal with the situation? Somehow, I have found the capacity to carry on. She is my hero. Also, she will always represent the face of Britain, and my ancestors. I hope, in some fashion, I can live up to their legacy.