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Stay With Me:
An Adventure in Going through It

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Before the first flight to Australia, I was really scared. Well, not scared. Nervous.

 

I'd never flown alone before and this was a long haul flight. So I asked a very old friend

who had done the trip herself.

 

She wasn't the kind of person who

would've found this easy under normal circumstances. She gave me her advice.

Arrive at the airport and start with the cleaner.

Ask them who to speak to next.

Follow the trail,

and do the same again

and keep going.

If you hit the pilot you’ve gone too far.

She even said Jesus had come in at

one point.

 

I asked her how she knew it was Jesus, and she laughed like I was stupid, and said,

"I know Jesus!

He was wearing Nike trainers…"

I told her I’d come in straight away.

By the time I got there she had drifted out again. I kept talking to her, and said that if Jesus ever

came in again and asked her to go with Him, she shouldn’t worry about leaving Mum and Dad

because we’d look after them.

And we’d all be along soon after.

Nanny used to be into boxing and wrestling. I haven't watched any since childhood.

 

But once

when I was lying awake, I turned the radio on to hear about the Mayweather McGregor fight,

which I'd been asked to write an article on.

The buildup, the fight, and the interviews after, got me thinking about my own life and faith.

Courage, tenacity,

belief, strength, power, skill,

training, hunger,

anger, pride, humanity, history, legacy,

peer pressure,

reputation,

Celtic spirit, money, pain, fun,

death, life,

individuals, groups, sides, justice,

celebration,

physicality,

anthems, words—

and those times when being punched in the face

is just part of your day job.

I was moved by McGregor saying that he was disappointed to have the fight stopped through

lack of remaining energy rather than actual damage done.

 

He pointed to the fact he could still

speak coherently, so he wasn't ready to give in.

 

He said he'd have preferred it to have ended with

his face on the mat, nothing left to give, rather than rescued

one moment before.

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