As a stroppy teenager, I was guilty of looking down my nose at the place of my birth. Not Yorkshire, ‘God’s own county’, heaven forbid! But if asked where I was born I always said a tiny village on the end of the Pennine Chain. 994 more words
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Is it not more noble to sacrifice for the greater good than to sacrifice for the lesser?
You would think that easy question to answer but it’s not. 254 more words