Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half light, I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams. Tread softly around our children’s dreams (thankyou Sir Ken)
I know what I want to be.
My life is a gift, my gift is me.
The education system is broken. Youth anxiety, stress, depression and suicide rates are unprecedented.
The impact of leaving school not having a purpose is a major cause.
Our mission is prevention. If you have a purpose, you have everything.
