Well, after a six-hour long drive I find myself on the outskirts of Liverpool, the home to the Beatles among other great musicians. The city’s surrounding areas surprised me. The first part I drove through reminded me of what I imagine is the town that society was trying to forget, the type of area that was largely populated with a variety of fast food places, take-outs and basically junk food companies. With buildings that weren’t quite derelict but looked frail or out-dated none-the-less. Yes, this was a representative of the aspects of society that no one wants to admit exists in their city. I was nervous, we were due to be spending a week here and I could only imagine what the people would be like...

As we approached the house of my client’s girlfriend— where we would be staying this week— the landscape changed. The take-away shops gave way to quaint detached and semi detached houses, many of which had well kept gardens. Birkenhead, from what I saw, was a lovely smaller city on the outskirts of Liverpool. In the quaint little area I saw what Zita—Alan’s girlfriend—had told us about her area. As we had arrived rather late in the day, we left the exploring for the next day and we weren’t to be disappointed.

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Catching the Ferry across to Liverpool the same thought kept running through my head—Liverpool is a less busy and older version of London. With a culture as rich and extravagant the bus tour we joined went onto disclose some of Liverpool’s secrets to our hungry mind. The buildings were primarily old stone buildings with beautiful stonework and stores hidden deep inside with floor to ceiling glass windows enticing passers-by to stop in for a peek. Exploring the history of the Beatles—who had started in Liverpool— and then heading to the little café over looking the River Mersey. So, to conclude, my first impressions of Liverpool was that it was a smaller version of London which boasted more aged buildings and a history almost as wealthy and exciting as the British capitol. It was an area that perfectly supported the common statement not to judge a [place] but it’s [initial appearance].

Today I was working. Now for many of you that conjures up images of bar staff, office jobs, warden duties and so on. However, what I was doing today was something different. I was helping, or caring, for Alan, a man who has Cerebral Palsy. I have mentioned him in a previous post, You can succeed.

Anyway, today we were going up to Aberdeen where he was partaking in a Boccia competition. Everyone participating at the event was disabled in some way, although some were less noticeable than others. Throughout the duration of the competition several competitors approached me and were engaging me in conversation, a task for some of them was a great challenge. As I watched them make their round around the crowd that was there, chatting away to those they recognised I felt slightly self conscious. I was a new face among a group of people who frequently met in competitions. As some of the competitors stared at me I thought about how society often stares at them and judges them for what they are unable to do. These people are determined, self motivated and totally normal people and it really riles me up when I hear people call them horrid names.

It was an interesting day that was very revealing about the way society works. For all those idiots out there who ridicule others and call these people names they do not deserve, I'd like to see you battle every day the way they do!