“Why is everyone going on and on and on about 2016 as if it’s a person!?”
“Numbers have meaning, Siobhan,” my Mum replied.
I may have rolled my eyes, in the most daughterly fashion, as she repeated a story she’s often told me. Any year with a six or a nine is guaranteed to be bad, you see. 2009 was an awful year for our family for that very reason.
It was a few days before 2017.
2016 wasn’t a bad year for me on a personal level: I’m grateful that my family remained in good health; I made return trips to seven different countries; as an Olympic obsessive, I loved watching Team GB come second in both the Olympic and Paralympic games; I saw the Grand Canyon; I zip lined upside down over a rainforest in Whistler; I gazed at the super moon on a beach in Barcelona; I put down a deposit for my very first house; I visited New York for the very first time; I grew in some areas but felt stuck in others.
2016 was a terrible year for many: Toxic politics; terrorism; bloodbaths in war-torn countries; the list doesn’t end, every day seemed like a bad news day.
Numbers two, zero, one, and six can’t be blamed. But it can be recognised that, as always, my Mum was right and those numbers hold meaning to people. People needed 2017. The chance to start again is important.
I started this year off on the wrong foot: I’ve been in a rush; I haven’t been looking after my health (although that’s hard to do during mini egg session!); I haven’t been taking the time to count my blessings.
It’s not too late to start it again, though. 🙂 Whether you believe that the numbers in a year have power or not, I hope you have a wonderful 2017 and that you’re able to look back on the year with a list of wonderful experiences.
I recently watched Marathon Man, a BBC documentary about Eddie Izzard’s journey to run 27 marathons across 27 days in South Africa.
Why 27? One marathon for each year that Nelson Mandela was imprisoned. It was in Mandela’s honour that Eddie set up the challenge with Sport Relief.
Catching snippets of the London Marathon over the weekend was a reminder of how great a feat running a single marathon is. I’m in awe that Eddie managed 27 across 27 days in the South African heat! His perseverance and determination are an inspiration.
He even managed to find the time to gift the world nuggets of wisdom like the following between runs:
What do you do in life? What do you create? What do you make? What do you add to the human existence? That’s what matters. It all comes back to Nelson Mandela. Try and put something into the world. Make something positive.
One evening in Florence, I walked past a white taxi covered in flowers and other colourful cartoon-like patterns. The taxi caught my attention and my eyes met with the driver, a smiling lady with glittering eyes and a huge colourful hat to match her taxi. She seemed like a character straight from a children’s story.
I was with a group and we were merry after having a few drinks in the City centre. It’s not something I’d usually do but something prompted me to wave at the lady as we passed. She smiled cheerfully and waved right back.
That brief interaction led me to do some research. I wanted to know her story! I spoke about her to locals in Florence and searched the web for the little information I had.
I found that her name was Caterina Bellandi and that she is well loved.
Caterina was once an office worker but took over the taxi from her partner, who tragically died from lung cancer at the age of 39. While driving the taxi, she gained some healing through sharing her story with her passengers.
One day she spoke with a family who had lost their child to a brain tumour. Through their pain, they had set up a charitable foundation for the cure and study of paediatric tumours. Inspired by the family’s story, Caterina began to provide free rides to and from Meyer Children’s Hospital in Florence. This led to the setting up of her charity, Milano25.
Taxi Milano25 is decorated with stuffed animals, balloons, and sweets. Disney tunes usually make up the background music and Caterina makes every one of her passengers feel special. She provides more than just a free ride. She provides some hope.
I never spoke with or interacted with Caterina beyond that one tipsy wave, but her story left a big impression on me. She’s proof that fairy godmother’s do exist and inspiration to find some magic in spite of tough times.