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Wednesday 6th October 2010 – The Trevor Project

Originally posted onĀ Day Dedication.

I don’t particularly want to go on a bit of a laugh tonight. I want to say my piece, let you all sleep on it and get your general response tomorrow.


Now The Trevor Project was set up in 1994, but set up their main charity in 1998. The Trevor Project is all about stop young people committing suicide due to bullying or other worrying circumstances. But it’s not for everyone – it is specifically for gay, lesbian, bisexual, transgender or questioning teenagers.

Now The Trevor Project is a place for advice, and for help, but is currently only available in the US and Canada, and not over here in the UK.

As a heterosexual male, this really shouldn’t bother me. But I feel very strongly for LGBT rights, and I believe that everyone is equal, no matter what they are. Black or white, fat or thin, rich or poor, male or female, gay or straight. Everyone is unique, and has their own place in society – and we should learn to accept that.

In the 1920’s, women finally gained the vote, thus gaining women’s rights. In the 1960’s, and then again in the early 1990’s, apartheid was abolished across the globe, and black people, and those of ethnic origin gained rights. Now it’s our turn to make a difference, and in the 2010’s, we’re gonna get gay people the rights they deserve, and make everyone equal in our world.

Suicide is four times more likely in a homosexual person than a heterosexual person. That’s a horrific figure that needs to stop. The word ‘gay’ is now synonymous with this current generation, but that’s not a good thing. ‘Gay this’, ‘gay that’. So what? Why is being gay such an issue? Why can’t people just accept others for who they are, and not constantly bombard them with abuse? So much so, that some are driven to find that the only way they see this all finishing is just that – to finish it, and take their own life.

It’s soul destroying knowing that the young people of the world today aren’t receptive to the fact that the smallest comments you make can be the most hurtful. The Trevor Project have the same beliefs I do, and hopefully, they can support over here in the UK too in the near future.

The charity has become public knowledge over the last few weeks due to the tragic death of a young man from America called Tyler Clementi. Tyler was at Rutgers University, in New Jersey, and his roommates streamed footage of him and another male in his bedroom, live, across the internet. One roommate even goaded his Twitter followers into watching the video, and this just adds insult to injury. Tyler, who was just 18, then threw himself off the George Washington Bridge, and his body was found a week later. All because he was gay.

And it isn’t just Tyler who found it unbearable. 4 suicides have been publicised across US media outlets over previous weeks, but that’s just 4 high-profile. What about the ones who weren’t shown on TV, or the one’s who just slipped away from it all? Millions upon millions of people on this planet are gay – why does it have to be such a big issue?

People like Ellen DeGeneres make others take notice. Ellen featured The Trevor Project on her show this week, and has already raised $50,000 for the charity. It’s an outstanding effort, and she’s an outstanding human being – always wanting what’s best for humanity. But why aren’t we all like her?

Yes, I haven’t been perfect – I’ve used the word ‘gay’ as a derogatory term many a time. But since my best friend told me he was gay? Not once. It puts things into perspective when things like that happen – you notice a lot more, and it makes me sick to the core that we don’t just accept it and create LGBT rights across the world.

We need to allow same-sex marriages, and not scowl at every all-male or all-female couple walking down the road. If two people are in love, so what?! So what that they are slightly different to everyone else, they are still human. And that should be all that matters. They are human beings.

So, no matter what you are, or who you are, please just give some money to The Trevor Project via this link. It’s that simple. The more people donating to help those in need, the more those behind the charity will realise that this is a global effort, and not just one within the US.

Thankyou. From the bottom of my heart, thankyou. We can help turn this into a beautiful thing, where everyone is loved on this planet.

THE TREVOR PROJECT, you are the Day Dedicatees for Wednesday 6th October 2010.

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Tuesday 27th October 2009 – Nana

Originally posted on Day Dedication.

A very, very personal one for today.

Today, my Dedicatee is NANA. Now I didn’t think it was right to put a picture of her on here, so instead she gets a big smile. We’ve talked about her a lot today, and I really miss her. I don’t really do a lot of talking about her, so hopefully this will serve as something to look back on.

Jacqueline Cummings was born on the 29th of May, 1939. She met Grandad in her early 20’s, and they finished twice because of an Austrian ski instructor called Rudi. Now Rudi wasn’t liked by Nana’s parents, but Grandad was, and the rest, they say, is history.

Nana and Grandad got married on the 24th of October, 1959, and Grandad still loves to talk about their wedding day. Mum came along on 12th September 1962, Uncle Tim was brought a long a couple of years after, and Uncle Jay was born in October 1968. Over the next 20 years, Nana would work her backside off to make sure the 3 kids could have what they wanted, especially with Grandad being away a lot.

After Mum met Dad, and they moved down to Hitchin in 1988, and then Uncle Tim moved away shortly after, Uncle Jay was left. Then Katie and I arrived in April 1993, and Nana and Grandad were down every weekend. Literally, every weekend. 200 miles, 3 hours in the car, and they still managed it. So for the next few years, both Nana and Grandad worked 9-5 every weekday, then got up at 6am on the Saturday to come down to see us, then go Sunday morning. Not much of a break!

Nana retired in 1998, and from then on in, she spent her time (and her pension) with us. Same as Grandad. Both were always around somewhere, Nana ringing every day became a tradition. I remember one New Year’s Revolution, I decided to speak to Nana every day. I’m so upset I never stuck to it.

Then Uncle Jay had William in 2004, so we saw Nana and Grandad less. It meant we had to go up to them, rather than them coming to us.

My last conversation with Nana was on Thursday 26th June 2008, a couple of days before. I cannot believe what was said. ‘Hello’; ‘Hello love, how are you?’; ‘I’m good thankyou, you?’; ‘Good thanks, is your mum in?’; ‘Yeah just get her, hang on’ – that was it. The last time I would ever speak to Nana.

She fell, hit her head and had a massive brain aneurysm on the Saturday. I was going on the Biology field trip on Sunday morning. I had a choice. Nana would want me to go, so I did. Bit of a shock to find that kind of voicemail after a cricket game though.

Sunday morning, I went. Quite tearful, I sat next to George and explained. Kept in touch with Dad, and on the Wednesday morning, I got the call to ring him, and he told me they’d turned off her life support that morning. I tried so so hard not to cry, I bottled up my emotion. George that day was an absolute star, he got me through the rest of that week.

The funeral was Friday 10th July 2009, and that was when I weeped. And I mean weeped, I sobbed for hours. Poor Grandad had never had his hand gripped so hard.

But shes not gone. She never will go. She has her little bit in the garden, we have all the pictures, and most of all, we have her feathers. Now Nana had this thing where if she saw a white feather, she’d pick it up, as it was ‘from her guardian angel, just letting her know she was still there’. Ever since she died, the whole family have had feathers. We have our little box downstairs, Grandad has his, and so does little Will. She’s still here.

I feel a sense of relief from writing all this. I’ve never properly said anything about it. I remember the good times with Nana, and any tears are happy tears, of how much she influenced my life. Last Saturday would have been Nana and Grandad’s golden wedding anniversary. So this week was quite sombre.

I miss her every day. And that is every single day. But she may be gone in person, but she’s still around. In fact, she’s probably reading this now.

Nana, I love you, and today, you are my Day Dedicatee for Tuesday 27th October 2009.

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