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Ladies And Gents,
Stu is still very strong and continues to fight despite his terrible head injuries, he continues to breath unaided and is still watched over by his partner Jiraa, his daughter Kyraa and our dad Steve.
The fund raising effort continues to gather pace with a growing amount of off-line donations received daily, we have now reached nearly £33 000 on our donation site. This figure however does not include the very generous donations received from various associations and charitable organisations. We have now achieved one third of our target in just 25 days.
The fund raising events are now in full flow and they are making a dramatic impact, increasing the funds already raised. A massive thanks to all those who have sacrificed time with their families to organise and run these events.
My mission to get Stu back to the UK by Christmas where he can receive the best medical treatment and care, close to his family, is on target thanks to your monumental effort, generous donations and continued support.
I continue to be overawed by the magnificent support we have received, you are the rock on which our campaign is built. You have saved my brother’s life, without you he would have already died in terrible conditions, you have also given my family hope when we thought there was none. This is a debt that is impossible to repay, you have done this with no expectation of reward or prize and for this reason I now truly understand the importance of friendship.
Those of you that know me will testify that I am not a person prone to sentiment however the words below are taken from Henry V written by William Shakespeare and sum up the way I feel better than my words ever could.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne’er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remember’d;
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne’er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition:
And gentlemen in England now a-bed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap while any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin’s day.