Love from Quilp
We suffered agonising pain, left to feel more dead than alive, whilst the weeks rolled into months, the months rolled into years, and the psychiatrists rolled into town. Five year action plans, contaminated with a toxic dish of egos and internal politics were served time and time again. We're dying, and without the dignity afforded to others. Someone do something, please ! Well someone did do something, and her name is Hillary Johnson.
Criticised for perhaps being overly zealot or critical, for not being more pragmatic; Yes, well, maybe, but how many of us needed that influence to be angry, to criticise, to lambast, to fight. She's a street fighter, an ally cat, a tasmanian devil who's will has been forged in the deepest recesses of her soul and fuelled by the passions of overwhelming injustices. She is an unstoppable force fighting an immovable object.
Some of us have not lived a meaningful life, and some of us may not have long to live. They say that even a drowning man will clutch the smallest of straws. For many she was that straw, but a straw nonetheless like no other; for how many would follow her to the ends of the earth.
Thank you Hillary xxx