"My son David was born thirty six years ago with a club foot. David came in a hurry, no time for an ambulance or a midwife, just a panic stricken husband who had to get on with it. During the birth we spoke in hushed voices so as not to wake our daughter Christine asleep in the next bed.
Only after the birth did it sink in that our son had a handicap. We both cried at the thought that he would never be able to play football. All the memories flood back to me as I cradle this plaster cast. Having a child with a disability affected all of the family especially Christine. She was so young to have to share her mum.
Times were hard. The hospital was eighteen miles away. Once I didn't have enough bus fare to get home. I turned the walk from village to village into a game for Christine, chatting and singing as I carried her.
After many operations, David's determination and redheaded stubborn streak made him a fine sportsman, even playing rugby for his school.
This is a stage in Christine's story and I'm so proud of them both."
