Meet Alison. At 93. Registered blind. Quietly spirited. An important presence in the life of so many in need. And perhaps now, provocative to your own soul’s sense of longing.
I first met Alison whilst interviewing Holocaust Survivors in front of a large silent crowd of school children. You could have heard a pin drop.
Pay attention. She may move your sense of a life fully lived. Her quiet and certain presence was somewhere beyond extraordinary. We agreed to meet later. At a quiet nursing home hidden somewhere in the quiet leafy suburbs of North London.
One day not so long from now I will write about what I really imagine this formative encounter was about for me.