
There are mountains to overcome, but there will always be sky above you.
Enjoy the journey; the destination isn’t always as important.

There are mountains to overcome, but there will always be sky above you.
Enjoy the journey; the destination isn’t always as important.

Define who you are; don’t let others do that for you.
You are your own person, not the shadow of someone else.
Be you. Always.

It is good to connect.
Communication is key to our social behaviour.
Put down your devices and actually talk to somebody today.

Those that wield the power are not always those who should be doing so.
Be your own guide; don’t always take their word as read.
Your life is yours and yours alone; do not be persuaded by others with their own agenda.

We all have barriers we need to overcome to reach our intended goal.
When you reach a hurdle to your plans, does it need to be jumped, or are you being guided to a new path or destination?
What you seek may not always be what is ahead of you.

A connection can only be made when there are two.
Find that person and build that connection.

Connect with nature; let her be your driving passion.
She heals us, so let yourself be healed.

Photos fade, but our memories remain.
Find romance in nostalgia, and keep it close.

Thomas Brearey was born on 5th March 1777 in Hanging Heaton near Dewsbury, West Yorkshire. He worked in cotton mills as a slubber, and lived to a ripe old age.

The Dewsbury Reporter included an article on him:
On Thursday Week were interred at Leeds, the remains of Thomas Brearey… had he lived three days longer, would have been 102 years old.
When young he remembered going with his father to hear the Reverend John Wesley who, on that occasion, preached in a barn in the neighbourhood. Thomas was wont to call him “the bonny little man”. He became a member of the Methodist Society when in his ‘teens’ and therefore was upwards of 80 years a member.
He had an excellent memory – remembered may of the old preachers – was little of a poet and well versed in the denominational hymn book.
He never forgot a sad calamity which took pace in May 1796 in Nelson Street. The Reverend Francis Thorseby, who had been suspended by the Conference, took an upper room to officiate in. He was holding a lovefeast, the room was crowded, and the floor gave way and precipitated the people through the second floor to the ground, in which was a deep sawpit, where sixteen women, a man and a boy were suffocated. Thomas Brearey saw the bodies taken out and laid side by side. Thirty others, including Thoresby, were sadly bruised, some of whom died…
A few years ago [Thomas] was knocked by a butcher’s cart and taken to the Infirmary, being so much hurt from this accident he never fully recovered.
[Thomas attended a later celebration] on the occasion of the marriage of His Royal Highness the Duke of Edinburgh. Thomas Brearey then received a smoking cap from the Mayor, being the oldest man there or in the town.
He had to keep close quarters during the past severe weather, and was thought likely to survive its severity. He had lately become subject to bronchitis, but only a week ago it became more severe. He was sensible to the last and calmly passed away.
Dewsbury Reporter: Saturday 15 March 1879
A long and varied life, lived to its fullest!

Stand tall.
Believe in yourself.
Follow your dreams.
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