Today, an old friend of mine told me that her Dad has been diagnosed with brain cancer and only has 6 months to live. All of a sudden really silly things, like England losing to Germany on Sunday, seem so trivial in comparison. As half of England were angered and upset about being knocked out of the world cup, a beautiful young 16 year old was trying to come to terms with the fact that her doting father won't be around for much longer.
It got me thinking about how people need to sort their priorities out. Yesterday, two planes flew home - one with the underachieving footballers, and another with coffins containing true heroes... yet you can probably bet that the heroes arrival will be brushed under the carpet as newspaper headlines all concentrate on that one goal. My point is, so many people are beside themselves with grief, heartache and sadness - whilst others are so wrapped up in themselves, they're forgetting what's truly important.
If you are reading this, do yourself a favour... forget absolutely everything for a day, and just make sure your family and closest friends know how much you love them - because unfortunately, life can often be very cruel; and you never really know how much longer you have left.