A Letter from England.

I felt that this week I should do a mini-series dubbed:
"A letter from England".

I returned home on Sunday to find a Union Jack flag sprouting among the flowers of my mail box. It was Pauline's way of proclaiming to our neighbors, visitors, paper-boys, dog-walkers and any one else, that she was proud to be British.

Andy Murray had won the men's single's title at Wimbledon. 

The message conveyed by this remarkable young man is not only that the state of British Tennis is healthy and well, but also that it is possible to succeed against all odds.

Murray as a child survived a mass shooting in his school at Dunblane in Scotland, weathered the setback of his parent's divorce in his teen age years and struggled forward through the repeated disappointments of "never quite making it" in his goal to win grand-slam events.
When the last shot had been fired in his three set triumph at Wimbledon on Sunday, the whole of Britain from Land's End to John O Groats let out a roar of pent- up emotion and joy.
Murray had triumphed, WE had triumphed, the under-dog had triumphed, and a victory had been recorded for all the millions who simply keep on plodding forward hoping that one day their dream will come true.

Jubilate.  Thank you, Andy. With God all things are possible!


Ian