Eighteen years ago today, September 5th, I received a phone call from my dear friend David Taylor who simply said "It's a boy!" and so was born my Godson, who today celebrates his eighteenth birthday.
His Mum Lorna and I have been friends for well over twenty-five years, having met on the hallowed grounds of the Warner Brothers studios when we were young London starlets!!!
That's another story - This however is about HARRY.
Happy Birthday Harry.
You know that I have always said that I am not around enough, even more so since I emigrated.
I doubt that you know how much I admire you and think of you. Remembering back to times you would not remember and perhaps those that you do. Various adventures, dinners at your house, board games, walks, our amazing trip in America and last year laughing at Comic Relief in London at all the parts we should not have been laughing at!!
Anyway - here is the important part. I have not meant much to many people, nor it seems to have a significant impact on anyone young in my life. So, my dear Harry - it's all down to you to listen to your Godmum and take her advice.
Go the extra, extra, extra mile for every single thing you want. Work harder than everyone you know.
Go for the largest of your dreams. Find mentors. Choose friends wisely and have plenty of them.
I know you are ambitious and that is wonderful. It is also not to be taken for granted and please know, people will want to change this in you. Do not let them. Listen, nod your head and walk on to discover all the people who will truly listen and tell you what to do next. Always love. Always respect. Always have a sense of humor. Waste nothing. There are so many things that will distract you, please ask when you wonder if some of those things are worth it or not.
Today I can't give you money, a home or a new car. (Your birthday card is even late!!!)
I can, and will always, give you the truth. I can give you support. I can give you guidance. I might of course answer "I don't know" because I'm still learning - however Harry - you are my Godson and for that I am totally, amazingly proud and fortunate.
HAPPY 18th BIRTHDAY HARRY TAYLOR.
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