I’m sitting here looking at the old Diary that my Cousin Eileen gave me in 1998. It’s small, more like an appointment book. I found it while cleaning out my bookcase the other day. It reads: Tuesday the 1st September 1998. 6.40 pm. Just past Alice Springs, ground speed 926 kph, outside temperature minus 44 deg, altitude 10,670 metres, Distance from Departure 2053 km destination time 4.35 hours. Yes, if you haven’t guessed it already we were flying, heading for Singapore, our refuelling stop on the way to England. I was finally realizing my dream of returning to the land of my birth. It was a dream that ebbed and faded during the years as other demands took precedence. It finally took me being almost paralysed with pain from a lower back injury to remember there were still dreams I wanted to fulfil. So, in the weeks and months that followed I started to plan. We opened a separate bank account and because I was off on sick pay we could only put $10 a week away. It was a start. They say if a thing is worth having its worth fighting for. I had finally focussed and this time I was going to see it through. Sometimes you can set a goal and aim for it and it doesn’t happen but at least you know you gave it your best shot. So if you’ve got something in your heart or at the back of your mind that you really want to do, set a goal and start working towards it. You’ll never know what you can achieve if you don’t try.