"Yesterday was just one more momentous day in my walk of destiny. I started off the day with three cancers in my body and ended it with a mere two; having been given the all clear by the skin cancer consultant at 'The Yorkshire Clinic Hospital.' Thank you all for your constant thoughts, moral support and prayers throughout. I am most grateful for your expressed love, as is my wife, Sheila.
Destiny has two ways of responding to us; by fulfilling our deepest desires or by crushing them! Some say that to believe in destiny is to dismiss the role of one's free will while others think that the only part of destiny which is within one's control is what they choose for another! Then, there are those who believe that we shape our own destiny in moments of decision; thereby making it a matter of choice and not chance. My own mother believed in fate and destiny and she often told me, 'Billy, there is one ting (being Irish she always pronounced 'thing' as 'ting')you can be sure of; the person who is born to be hung (she always said hung and never hanged), will never be drowned.'
I do believe that life often leads one down a seemingly inexplicable path; sometimes in order to show us a different way or to introduce us to a specific thought or present us with another way of looking at things to give us a different perspective on life. I also feel that we are meant to meet certain people in our lives at different times for specific purposes and that the wisest among us will never leave any relationship without learning from it and taking away something positive from it.
I have long known that is no good chasing dreams as life is meant to be lived and not pursued. Life is attracted by the person we become. I don't know for sure, but I'm willing to bet that there have been many who have met destiny on their road to avoid it.
I always think that to find one's garment of purpose one chooses to wear, the fastest way to obtain it is to sow it yourself from the material you find in own thoughts, values and beliefs. When I was a very young boy and did something my mother either found strange or disapproved of, she would often say,'Billy Forde! Just who do you tink you are, boyo?' to which I would reply,' I am me!' Little did I realise then the profundity of those words I spoke in youthful defiance." William Forde: April 1st, 2017.