I didn’t feel much like running this morning but reluctantly dragged my body out for a seven mile plod along the country roads surrounding the village. I hate running first thing but, on this occasion, there was a method to my madness. For getting the run out of the way early meant I could accompany Fionnuala, Rebecca and Hannah to the local ski slopes where the latter was trying her hand out at snow tubing and skiing.
Despite her disability, Hannah has never allowed anyone or anything to get in her way or tell her she couldn’t do anything. She has been a fighter since birth, overcoming multiple surgeries in her early years to lead a fulfilling and productive life. A smile is never far from her face and she has proved so many people wrong by turning into the smart, sassy, beautiful young woman she is today.
Last year she went cycling and surfing with the Mae Murray Foundation, a fantastic local charity who allow young people with disabilities to access all kinds of sports and activities. Hannah was fearless today, hurling herself down the slope at a frightening speed. Thankfully her screams were of excitement and happiness, so Fionnuala and I could breathe a collective sigh of relief.
She even inspired Rebecca and I to have a go at snow tubing, although Fionnuala could not be tempted to join us. I will spare you the sight of a middle aged man wedged in a rubber tube with his legs in the air, hurtling down a ski slope. This is a family blog, after all. But I will share some photos of Hannah and her friends. They are living testimony to the edict that nothing is impossible. All you have to do is turn up and try.