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The Sorry Saga Of PPI Claims Company Nuisance Calls

3/26/2016

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I recently had a little tête-à-tête with a PPI claims company (referred to hereafter as Company A), as to why they were contacting me in contravention of the Telephone Preference Service, and possibly the Data Protection Act.

“Ah,” said they after a suitable pause. “’Tis not us thou needs to chastise, ‘tis Company B.” “Why is that?” asketh I, “’tis you who are pestering me, not Company B.” “Thou speaketh the truth,” quoth they, “but we bought your details in good faith from Company B.” To give them their due, Company A were quick to pass on Company B’s details to me.

“Ah,” said Company B, after a suitable pause. “’Tis not us thou needs to chastise, ‘tis Company C.” “Why is that?” asketh I, “’tis you who passed on my details to Company A.” “Thou speaketh the truth,” quoth they, “but we bought your details in good faith from Company C.” To give them their due, Company B were quick to pass on Company C’s details to me.

“Ah,” said Company C, after a suitable pause. “’Tis not us thou needs to chastise, ‘tis Company D.” “Why is that?” asketh I, “’tis you who passed on my details to Company B.”  “Thou speaketh the truth,” quoth they, “but we bought your details in good faith from Company D.” To give them their due, Company C were quick to pass on Company D’s details to me.

And so I finally reached the end of this epic trail of biblical proportions. India-based Company D said their telemarketer had spoken to me, and sent a recording of our telephone conversation to prove it. Which also proved that I said three times during the conversation that NO-ONE was to contact me, irrespective of the answers I gave for their “pure market research” survey. Got ‘em bang to rights!  

The upshot is that Company D have now written an instant dismissal clause into their employees’ contracts for anyone flouting their “policy” again. But shouldn’t the Data Protection Act stop the dirty, unsavoury way that this whole industry works?    
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How important is it to have a sepsis nurse in hospitals?

3/12/2016

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The chances are, there is a word in my headline that you haven't heard before.

Sepsis.

Am I right? 

The fact that you may not have heard of sepsis makes it all the more important for you to find out all you can about this dreadful illness...which comes about through the most innocent and simple of situations.

Make no mistake, sepsis kills. Efficiently. And quickly. However, sepsis is vulnerable. But you must be ready to fight back. Quickly. Accurately. That is the only way sepsis can be beaten.

I'm no technical or medical expert. All I can do is spread the word of those who understand why and how this awful illness affects so many people. 

I have published several posts raising awareness of sepsis. But this is the first one to come directly from a group of nurses dedicated to:  "sharing knowledge and experiences to improve practice and care for the patient with sepsis."

So, over now to this post from South Tees Hospitals NHS Foundation Trust, on behalf of UK Sepsis Nurse Forum:
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                                by UK Sepsis Nurse Forum

Sepsis is a life threatening condition that arises when the body's response to an infection injures its own tissues and organs. Sepsis leads to shock, multiple organ failure and death, especially if it is not recognised early and treated promptly.
 
Sepsis can be caused by a huge variety of different bugs, most cases being caused by common bacteria which we all come into contact with every day without making us ill. Sometimes though, the body responds abnormally to these infections and causes sepsis.
 
If you have one symptom from each list, medical help must be sought immediately:

  • Early signs of flu-like illness
  • Chest infection
  • Diarrhoea and vomiting
  • Inability to eat or drink
 
And

  • S – Slurred speech
  • E – Extreme shivering or muscle pain
  • P – Passing no urine in a day
  • S – Severe breathlessness
  • I – I feel like I might die
  • S – Skin mottled or discoloured
 
If you would like to know more, please visit www.sepsistrust.org.
 
Sepsis nurses
 
Many hospitals are starting to appoint a sepsis nurse. The role of the sepsis nurse was introduced by Ron Daniels, Chief Executive of the UK Sepsis Trust. The role can vary between hospitals but listed below are some common duties. A constant driver is pivotal to the success of organisational change.
 
Education: the sepsis nurse will teach all staff to recognise and manage sepsis urgently.
 
Audit: the role involves reviewing medical notes and feeding back to the staff what we did we do well, how and where can we improve, and ensuring progress is monitored, measured and publicised.
 
Public awareness: empowering the public to ask your clinician ‘could this be sepsis?’
 
Clinical expert: to be a clinical advisor and resource to the staff and public.
 
Board advisor: ensures the trust boards are aware of what is going on in their organisation with regards to sepsis.
 
Responder: clinically responds to patients with sepsis.
 
Coordinator: ensures the sepsis improvement project is a success as opposed to fragmented pockets of work.
 
As Dr Ron Daniels continues his drive against sepsis across the UK, the role of the sepsis nurse has proliferated. There are now 66 members of the UK Sepsis Nurse Forum and it is on the increase. If you are leading for sepsis in your organisation please contact @uksepsisnurses through their Twitter account.

Other contacts for Sepsis:
​UK Sepsis Trust:  www.sepsistrust.org  and www.twitter.com/uksepsistrust
Dr Ron Daniels, CEO, UK Sepsis Trust: www.twitter.com/SepsisUK 

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Anna's Story -- A Sepsis Survivor

3/8/2016

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"All along we thought it was just some sort of bug -- or that I had the flu."
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Welcome to today's guest blogger, Anna, from Crawley, in West Sussex. 

In 2012, Anna fell ill with flu-like symptoms and a sore throat. But it soon developed into something far more serious. Sepsis.

​Over to you, Anna
My name is Anna and I have a  young son called Harry. In 2012 I went through the ordeal of having sepsis at the age of just 23. This event in my life will stay with me forever. I’m still left with the emotional scars and I’m crying whilst writing this, but things get better and heal a little more every day.

It was 30th April 2012, a typical Monday at work and I had woken up feeling fine. Gradually during the day I started feeling unwell, with a sore throat and just generally ached, by the evening I had completely lost my appetite and didn’t eat anything. I went to bed as normal, thinking I would just need a good night’s sleep and I would wake up feeling fine. However that night I was tossing and turning, had a high temperature and generally felt “flu like”.

​My mum had Harry for me the following day to give me a chance to sleep it off and get some rest, but later that evening my symptoms had worsened, extremely sore throat and swollen glands, very little energy and generally feeling lethargic. All along we just thought it was some sort of bug, or that I had the flu.
By Wednesday I was unable to get out of bed and hadn’t eaten anything since Monday lunchtime. The doctor was called, as I was feeling gradually worse and couldn’t even keep water down. The doctor asked to speak to me and I remember feeling so incredibly weak when trying to explain how I felt. He prescribed me anti-sickness tablets over the phone and said that they should help, as I was unable to get out of bed and go to the surgery and he wasn’t willing to come out and see me. My mum had come round to stay and look after Harry for me, everyone knew it was more serious than just me being under the weather, but no one had any idea what it was or how to help.
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That night I remember roaming round the house aimlessly and not knowing what to do with myself. At one point I laid next to my little boys bed, I think I just wanted the comfort and to be close to him. I was being sick green bile on the Thursday morning and had uncontrollable diarrhoea, even though I hadn’t eaten anything for 3 days and was now unable to drink. I rung the triage nurse and explained my symptoms… sore swollen throat, achy, diarrhoea, sickness, temperature etc.

​To which she said “There’s a stomach bug and the flu going round at the moment and you must just be unfortunate and have both of them”. Those words have stuck with me all of this time, because it made me feel like I was over-reacting and just needed to “man up”. However, with the encouragement of my family, someone rung the doctors again that afternoon and spoke to the same GP as the previous evening. He just re-iterated what he and the nurse had said that morning. So I was in for another night of suffering at home in bed, with no clue as to what was wrong with me. I knew I wasn’t over-reacting and this felt like nothing I had ever had before!!

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By Friday I was still feeling awful, hallucinating and was slowly deteriorating. I had asked my mum to get me some throat lozenges, but when she spoke to the pharmacist she thought I had tonsillitis and that I needed to see a doctor to be checked. I then came out in a rash all over my body, which wasn’t raised and looked like “mottled skin”, so I took a picture of it and sent it to my mum. She was on her way to the doctor’s surgery to demand that I was seen. A few minutes after speaking to her I started to feel breathless and was struggling to breathe, with an extremely tight chest. I rung my dad who was working nearby and asked him to come round and “help me”.
However, he didn’t have a key and I was struggling to walk by this point. I bumped down the stairs and crawled to the front door, I managed to unlock it when he arrived and he carried me to the living room. My mum and dad got me dressed and carried me to the car to take me to the doctors, as they had agreed to see me and had a separate room I could sit in and wait. I was helped to the room, where I fainted and don’t remember much from there, until I came round on the doctors bed. The doctor came in, examined me and said that my rash was nothing to worry about, as she did the glass test and it disappeared, so couldn’t be meningitis!! The only thing that concerned her was that I hadn’t eaten or drunk anything for days and that my blood pressure was low. She called an ambulance after pressure from my mum and dad and I was taken to my nearest A&E.

There wasn’t a spare cubicle there, so I was put in the plastering room. A doctor came and saw me and said they would put me on a saline drip and an ECG monitor and that my blood pressure was low and heart rate high. I remember at this point feeling more relaxed, because it was as though I knew I would be ok and that they would look after me. They were stumped as to what was wrong with me and had even asked for my mum to phone my work and see if anyone had been abroad and contracted a foreign disease. Hours later a doctor came in and said they would need to transfer me to resus, as my blood pressure and heart rate had not improved and they were concerned about my rash.

I saw my mum talking to the doctors and I knew something was wrong. They came back and told me everything was fine, but I knew it wasn’t and told them that I wanted to know the truth! I was told  that they thought it may be meningitis, to which I just broke down in tears and was then in shock. A junior anaesthetist came and saw me and was able to diagnose me quite quickly. He said that he had had a teenage girl in the week previous with exactly the same thing and that I was suffering with septic shock. He explained to me that I would need to be transferred to ICU and stay there for a few days to be treated.
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I was taken to ICU and had a PICC line fitted (enables antibiotics to be admitted through a line directly to the blood stream near the heart), I had this fitted by the junior anaesthetist (Richard) and was also relying on oxygen to breath. He then went off to the family room to talk to my family. I only found out after that they were told if I had gone to sleep that night at home, I would have gone into a coma and never woken up and that now it was just a case of taking it hour by hour. Even though all of this was going on, I felt a lot more relaxed and as though I was being looked after, I was no longer panicky and was in safe hands.
I spent 4 days in ICU, but it felt like a lifetime. I had many family members coming to see me, a few of which broke down when they saw me and it was me consoling them, I think because I was still oblivious to what I was going through.

My liver, kidneys and pancreas had pretty much failed and were slowly recovering and after a chest x-ray they also found I had a slight chest infection that I didn’t even know I had. I had a lot of hallucinations whilst I was there, but they said that was common due to the strength of the antibiotics. One that has really stuck with me was when my granddad (who passed away a few years ago) came to the end of my bed with 2 other people. I didn’t believe in things like that happening before, but now I take comfort in thinking that he came to see if I was OK and not to take me away.
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I was transferred to a normal ward and spent a further 3 days there where I saw many consultants, none of which knew what had caused this episode of sepsis. One said it could have been toxic shock, another said the chest infection, another said a UTI I may not have known I had. The list was endless, but I will never know for sure what caused me to be so ill and therefore will never know how this could be prevented in future.

My recovery was extremely slow. I stayed at my mum’s for just under 2 months, so I could have 24/7 care. It took my liver and kidneys approximately 4 weeks to be working again and I was extremely anaemic. A few days after leaving hospital all the skin on the palms of my hands and soles of my feet shed, but after a few weeks it stopped and they are now fine. I lost 70% of my hair and it has been a slow process to get it back to looking some sort of normal again. I lost 2 stone in total and it took me a long time to put it back on. When my nails grew I had ridges along all of them, this marked the time when I was so ill and my body had neglected my extremities such as hair and nails to concentrate on repairing itself. I suffered with fatigue for at least 12 months after and was also referred to councillors and psychiatrists for PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder). I can now happily say that I am fully recovered. If there is one thing I want this story to tell people, it’s that there is life after sepsis, no matter how long it takes, there is always hope!!


Awareness needs to be raised of this awful disease, which takes so many lives and could have taken mine. I will now know what symptoms to look for and hope to help others more aware of the important tell-tell signs.
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Anna's story was originally published on the UK Sepsis Trust website: http://sepsistrust.org/ and is reproduced here with the full permission of Anna, and the Chief Executive of the UK Sepsis Trust, Dr Ron Daniels BEM.

Anna is  now passionate about raising awareness of sepsis. Twitter: https://twitter.com/anna_t1

Dr Ron Daniels, Twitter:  https://twitter.com/SepsisUK​

UK Sepsis Trust, Twitter:  https://twitter.com/UKSepsisTrust

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When You Are Not Everyone's Friend

3/6/2016

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Defying Mental Illness is a Community Interest Company (CIC), reaching out to the community of those challenged with mental illness,  their caregivers, their families, and beyond.

Its vision: to put a full stop to the suffering, discrimination and stigma of those challenged with mental illness, and their loved ones.

I am honoured and pleased to welcome today's guest blogger, Zoe A. Onah, from this caring and hard-working organisation , who explains that mental illness can be a lonely and cruel world. Over to you, Zoe.
 
When You Are Not Everyone's Friend
by Zoe A. Onah, Defying Mental Illness
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I want you to think of a picture I am going to paint for you.  And I am not being stereotypical or remotely hurtful here so bear with me.  I want to make a point…perhaps a strong one. 
 
Imagine a picture of a young lady. She is fat, no, let's say she is grossly overweight.  She can’t even be bothered about giving her unruly hair the good combing that it deserves, let alone invest in a good cut.  Scruffy is the word that quickly comes to the mind of most people when they see her.
 
She is funny though.  Has a brain like a computer.  And concealed under  the layers of double chins and double everything one can see the sketches of a very pretty lady.  And for the icing…
 
She has challenges with a mental disorder.
 
Now, how many of us would say that’s the friend I have been looking for all my life?  That’s the friend I want to hang out with on a Sunday afternoon? 

I don’t think I’ll pause for an answer.
 
Yes, appearance counts; no one is saying not to put an Ariel tablet in the washing machine.  Or to forget that there is a liquid hair soap called shampoo.  However the world is not perfect.  There are people around  who have not quite worked out what a mirror is for.   And the fact that they are challenged with mental illness does not help either, as this may even be a contributory factor.  Nevertheless, does that disqualify one from having or keeping friends? 
 
Mental illness is a lonely cruel world.  The stark truth is that being regarded as mad can often put you in the’ no friend zone.  And pre-existing friends rush for the nearest exit faster than they would in a house on fire. 
Yes, that picture may be an over exaggerated scenario.  There are well dressed, so called good looking people that too are challenged with mental illness.  
 
If your new attractive neighbour come knocking on your door with a ‘Hi I am Jane.  I am the new girl new door… and by the way I would appreciate if you kept an eye out for me now and again as I am diagnosed with schizophrenia’, would you suddenly buy extra locks?  Or let the word get around through the neighbourhood gazette, aka, your mouth?
 
Or even think there is no better time to move than now, having just concluded that your posh neighbourhood has suddenly begun to lose its value? 
 
And yes, would the neighbour’s attractiveness dissolve quicker than an Andrew’s Liver salt tablet?    (Wow, I don’t believe I am ranting like this… I don’t usually throw such tantrums!).  But how else can I expose the thinking of us' the ‘sane’ masses?

I had a friend who was/is challenged with mental illness.  I will never forget my friend’s father heartily and tearfully thanking me one day for remaining a friend in spite of the ugliness of the disease I saw and witnessed.  All other friends were somehow missing in action when things got a little rough, but should that be so? I am not advocating I am the perfect friend but I think I can say I was a good friend in this case.    And I am not going to ask if we would behave the same had it been a physical disease, because we have heard that question 1 million times already! 
​But is there not an old saying that says a friend in need is a friend indeed?   Yet, the way we carry on, one would think the saying carried a disclaimer.   For friends challenged with mental illness, friends not needed however!

And then when rumours has it that perhaps our best friend has been admitted in the mental hospital, does that mark a turning point in a new redefinition of the friendship?  Does best friend get a downgrade to a good acquaintance?  Yes, it is not easy paying a visit to a mental hospital…however… well, you get my point!

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The truth is that friendships can go a long way in helping someone challenged with mental illness.  The fact though is that even old friendship do not survive mental health issues. 
 
Knowing that you have a friend that can love you no matter what, that can make an effort to at least offer some help or even say kind words, is like offering water to a thisty man in a desert.  Stigma makes it difficult for people to open up about their challenges with mental illness.  In fact, the first time some people find out about their friend’s condition is when things have got bad like a hospital admission or even a suicide attempt. 
 
No one is saying such friendships are easy.  Mental illness can look scary.  Mental illness is often seen as the difficult war terrain, and to some extent rightly so.  We all know the basics of first aid with physical ailments having learnt them even in primary school.  However we are hard press to know what to do in a mental health emergency, which for some means one thing only… calling the police. 

                                                         ENCOURAGEMENT
 
Maintaining a friendship with someone challenged with mental illness requires work and lots of patience.  But if we are to reduce stigma and really show that we care, we can all make an effort.  We need to educate ourselves further on how we can be of help to our friends when they are in distress or ill.
 
And for our large lady at the beginning.  Ok, her unkempt appearance does not make it conducive to want to hang out with her but given she is funny and intelligent, and she is a human being besides.  If we all ignore her and she ends up with no friends, what hope does she have of making something better of herself.
 

Often a little encouragement is all it can take.  And who knows?  That encouragement may be the first step in the road of recovery.  So why not give that forgotten ‘nutter’ friend a call today?  And make sure you don’t think they are nutters either!
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Defying Mental Illness website:   http://www.defyingmentalillness.com/
Twitter:  @DefyingOddsBook

Zoe has written books about mental health, inspiration, anxiety, fear and worry. They are available on Amazon:    http://www.amazon.co.uk/Zoe-A.-Onah/e/B00JC8K2ZO

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"Truly Blessed" - by Caroline Whittle

3/4/2016

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I am honoured to welcome Caroline Whittle, a Family Funeral Celebrant, as my guest blogger.

Caroline 
 provides tailored Funeral Services, both semi-religious and non-religious, or those with a more spiritual nature, that are in keeping with the bereaved family's beliefs and ideals. I came across this remarkable young lady on social media...and am frequently deeply moved by her inspiring comments.

With such a caring nature, which comes through in abundance in her article below, Caroline is perfectly suited for the celebrant's role. Caroline...over to you.
   
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​It is not enough to write and deliver a funeral service for a grieving family…you must love them too. This is my philosophy and that is how I approach my work and vocation as a Funeral Celebrant.


When I was 23 years old my mother died. My beautiful, strong, gentle, wise universe of a mother and I was the one whose arms she died in when she collapsed at home in the middle of the night.

She’d been diagnosed with cancer three months before and I had been in denial until that moment; until I had to be gentle and calm; acknowledging that she was about to die and all I could do was love her through it.

During the arrangements for her funeral service I noticed a distinct lack of gentleness, compassion and love as boxes were ticked and paper work was completed. We spoke about her life in order for the minister to write a eulogy…but no choice was offered and I was left walking away from her goodbye wishing it had been different. From that moment on I knew that I had to work amongst the bereaved. If I was going to have to live with this immense pain then I had to at least do something with it so that I could give it a reason for being in my heart. This resulted in me six years later, once I was strong enough, training as a Funeral Celebrant.

My intention is that every single family I serve is held softly and with empathy. I may not understand ‘their’ grief but I do know how crushing grief is and I care very, very deeply about their pain. I offer guidance and strength but allow them to have as much creative control as they need because I truly believe that the ceremony belongs to them. I am simply the middle ground, the one who is there to shape this goodbye into one that they want and do not wish to take possession of it.

                                                          Beliefs And Wishes Of The Family

The services I offer therefore are centred around the beliefs and wishes of the family. My beliefs don’t come into it because it’s not about me. This then enables me to write and lead a service that has no reference to religion or spirituality whatsoever. I am happy too to write and lead a service with more of a spiritual nature woven throughout, to also speak of God, say prayers and hold the image of heaven for the family. Either way, I ensure that each service is written individually and is as unique as the life it is celebrating and remembering; each one being filled with care. Equally, they will reflect the life and character of the loved one and there’s no reason why their funniest stories can’t be shared, with laughter just a much a part of their goodbye as tears.

But being a celebrant is not as simple as writing a few words and delivering them with fluidity to a congregation of mourners. It goes much deeper than that and it begins at the first meeting with the family. This first step requires intuition without assumption and an ability to listen to what is not being said as much as what is. The celebrant also must be able to sit with all different types of loss and grief, holding the family in whatever way they need to
be held, through whatever bereavement they are having to endure. It could be the expected loss of an elderly parent, a son killed suddenly on his motorbike, a suicide, a baby. All are incredibly different and each will hold their own challenges.

                                                                   Opportunity For Healing

Especially when you find yourself in the middle of a domestic warzone where no one agrees and you are having to be the mediator and diplomat amongst a bitter estrangement. There could potentially be years of bad feeling and hurt held within a family’s history and during a time like this it can all erupt. Yet you must treat all with care, all with understanding and try to find ways to ensure the service is, if anything, an opportunity for healing. Sometimes it’s not possible.

This is why a celebrant must work from the heart first and foremost, and be a good public speaker second. Whilst delivering the service, to rely on public speaking skills alone – without use of empathic tone or expression – will make the service feel insincere or scripted. Yet sounding over familiar about a person you have never met can be just as insincere. It’s all about balance and knowing when to perhaps lift the mood with a humorous memory the family has asked to be shared whilst maintaining the undercurrent of a very heartfelt reverence for what it is you are doing.

                                                                                Heartbreak

There is heartbreak, pain and hurt always, and this must be met and acknowledged in a way that is right for the individual family.


My approach to this work and vocation as a celebrant and as a member of the Fellowship of Professional Celebrants, is always very much heart-based and I feel truly blessed to be able to help others in this way. In fact it has helped to heal my own grief. If I can stop one bereaved individual from ever having to wish that their loved one’s goodbye was different, then there is my purpose. And my beautiful mother didn’t die in vain.
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              Caroline's Family Celebrant website:  http://www.westmidlandcelebrant.co.uk/
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Go Shoeless For Shoe Aid

3/3/2016

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I go barefoot most of the time through choice.

Earlier this week when we had snow in Leicestershire, I even ventured out into the cold white stuff in bare feet. Most weathers and most terrains hold no terrors for me.


But that's my choice. Imagine if you didn't have a choice. And incredibly, nearly one in three people around the world don't have that choice. They don't have any shoes. They HAVE to go barefoot.

Included in that unbelievable statistic are 300-million children. And 70-million of those children are denied an education because shoes are a required part of school uniform. No shoes, no education. 

We throw two-million pairs of shoes away in the UK every week. However, a Community Interest Company, called Shoe Aid, collects unwanted shoes and sends them to areas of the world where children need shoes.

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To find out how your unwanted shoes can help, check out Shoe Aid's website:  ​http://www.shoeaid.co.uk/

And this video hosted by Shoe Aid founder, Lee Todd: 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R1UqKGYGGwU

​Shoe Aid are looking for people to help in two other ways, as well.

Firstly, to raise awareness, you can post a barefoot selfie on your Twitter feed, using the hashtag: #shoelessforshoeaid,  and tag @ShoeAidUK.  

​Secondly, donations can be made, as shown below

Shoe Aid Are supported on Twitter by @shop4charityuk, and @LexiPrLtd. 

           BECAUSE BAREFOOT SHOULD BE A CHOICE

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Fantasy And Time Travel From Marco Marek

3/1/2016

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I'd like to welcome Italian writer Marco Marek. 

His novel, Hyperearth, is a fantasy, with time travelling themes -- my favourites!

As well as a talented writer, Marco is also a skilled designer; he created the fabulous cover for Hyperearth...thanks to his love of digital artwork on Photoshop, along with his photographer's and painter's eye.

Along with his vivid imagination, Marco, who was born in North Italy, has a passion for fantasy stories, medieval magicians, ancient history and unexplained mysteries. 


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      Hyperearth: A synopsis:
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In a castle in the city of Lubena, Mary and Martina find a portal to another dimension -- Hyperearth.

This is just the beginning of various breathtaking adventures for these two teenage girls: fighting the evil Sathon, making new friends, and making some rather curious discoveries along the way.

In this fantasy story with time travelling themes, our two young heroines explore an amazing parallel world which is full of both ugly creatures and some rather nice people, too.  


But the big question is: Will they be able to find their way home?
Marco Marek got the idea for writing Hyperearth while visiting a castle in Eastern Europe.

Hyperearth is available from a number of outlets:

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00R9NRX4M
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/502573
https://www.createspace.com/5598775

   Angels Are With Me

Marco Marek is also the author of a fascinating novel about Guardian Angels, called Angels Are With Me.

Jay was born and raised in New York, where he is suddenly overwhelmed by a series of events and unexpected encounters, that will completely change his life.

Incidents and circumstances that, at first, seem totally random, are eventually revealed as part of a preconceived plan by his Guardian Angels.  

Angels Are With Me, can be found on Amazon:
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http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B012X3U13M



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Connect with Marco Marek online:

Facebook:        https://www.facebook.com/Marco-Marek-745394818879202/
Tumblr:            http://marcomarekauthor.tumblr.com/
Blog:                 http://marcomarekauthor.blogspot.co.uk/
YouTube:         https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rp89rPAdBco&feature=youtu.be
Twitter:            https://twitter.com/1MarcoMarek


              MARCO MAREK


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    He lives with his wife, Sue, in Leicestershire in the UK, and has two children, Christopher and Charlotte, and a budgie called Bertie.

    Usually goes barefoot.

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