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Pride

Pride, no it's not the organization that supports the gay community but I'm not against free speech, it's an emotion that one feels in someone or something. Firstly I have pride in myself who is not the most handsome or likeable person in the world but luckily enough for finding and marrying a wonderful wife and mother to our three children, coming to Croatia, risking my life so that in the end Croatia got independence from communism, being able to support our family, having enough money to be financially sound, not rich but enough to pay the bills and have food on the table. Pride in my son who has gone through college, found a job and is saving for what he wants and deserves, my eldest daughter for becoming a supermarket manager, engaged, healthy and happy with her life, most of the time, looking for a house to be able to settle down and perhaps make my wife and myself grandparents, my second daughter who is working her way through college, living in rented accommodation with her finance who has a job and when she finishes college I believe she will find a job, a house and be able to settle down in perhaps her own house and again maybe make us grandparents,but mostly while writing about my family I am so proud of my wife who has put up with me through thick and thin and stayed by my side to watch our children grow up and become happy in whatever they do, she is also a supermarket manager of a fairly large supermarket and also supports us by putting food on the table while I pay the bills, she is a gem who will always find time for whatever our family needs like Easter, Christmas, birthdays and never have time for what she really wants but waits for that day when we have paid off our mortgage and our loans and then she will get everything that she well and truly deserves,she even goes out of her way to make cakes if one of our children needs it for some reason, what a wife and mother. Pride in the people all over the world that are fighting against communism, fighting for freedom, fighting against all odds to stay alive and try, yes try to enjoy their lives. Also I'm proud of my family back in Wales for what they have achieved, my late father and my mam who is 93, still kicking and still in her own way looking after us, so you see everyone all over our world wherever they may live I'm sure has something to be proud of am I right or wrong? Well that's all for today's profound speech not blog but I just felt as always to write about something that what I feel strongly about, if you enjoyed reading today's blog then please follow me, like and share because it means a lot to me that people read what an ordinary person thinks and writes about. Thank you. 

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