John was my boyhood friend. We talked about all the issues under the sun. We drank too much. We sang too loudly. We explored the nature of spirituality and mission. A little bit of who I am today is because of John and his intense Catholic faith. Sally was John’s mother. She was a tender-hearted battle axe, if I may be so bold! She relinquished her calling as a nun in order to marry John’s dad, ‘Stwanty’. She had a mission in London and then she worked with prisoners in Durham’s prisons. Feisty, strong and proud, Sally would have crossed the road to help anyone in trouble. I’m sorry that I lost touch with John and Sally in the mid 90s when the family moved from Newton Hall. I implore anyone who was ever touched by Sally, John or Stwanty and their kindness to further their fierce love for humanity by donating to this fund.