"I found it interesting that my eldest and two other lads were streets ahead of their classmates and since leaving school have done well for themselves, very well, and I am proud of my lad.

I wonder what the difference was between them and the others? Coincidence of being bright? No...   

Parents who took an interest, who asked them how school had been, who got them interested in the joy of reading, learning and expanding your horizons. They had the same teachers as those who now sit in the welfare supping their dole, moaning that they never stood a chance because of where they live, where they went to school, or whoever they blame that particular day.'''''

'''''That is why I have huge problems with apologists for those in less fortunate positions; you are in grave danger of keeping them where they are rather than finding ways to help them on. Many third world charities have used the slogan, "A hand up, not a hand out." Interesting to see the reaction when applied closer to home."



Your sons were extremely lucky. They had parents who loved them, and who still love them.

Many of those who fail in life these days have never known love.

THAT is the difference, SW.

How do you begin to believe in yourself if no-one has ever believed in you? How do you start to have pride in yourself, if no-one has ever had pride in you?

So many are slipping through the net..and nobody seems to care...Those who are in charge of the nets say it is merely their own fault.

It so often is not.