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Currently not recruiting for volunteers

We currently have too many volunteers on our books (which is a good complaint) but this means we are not in a position to recruit and train more people at the moment.  Due to funding and staffing restriction we cannot take any more matches on as we would not be able to continue to provide a quality service if we did so.

If anyone is still interested in getting involved with our service we would welcome any support with fundraising.  This could include participating in our sponsored 4k walk /run on March 24th in St. Annes Park in Raheny.  All help would be greatly appreciated.

We would hope that later in the year we would be in a position to take on more volunteers.  Thanking you for your interest.

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NDBS named a model of best practice

North Dublin Befriending Service was mentioned as a model of best practice in the National Housing Strategy for People with a Disability, 2011 – 2016.

The link to the report is http://www.environ.ie/en/Publications/DevelopmentandHousing/Housing/FileDownLoad,28016,en.pdf and we are mentioned on Page 118.  We are always striving to improve our service so recognition of such is greatly appreciated.

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The Four Horsemen

I wake up in the middle of the night,

From dreaded nightmares that fill me,

With fear about school days of past,

Oh what a blast,

As the record player goes around repeating the same words,

And delusions to me,

i wonder how could i stop this incessant chant,

As i fight with a pant,

the four horsemen in my head that plant.

They dont know when to leave me alone,

They just seem to want me all alone,

So they can beat with feelings, thoughts and impulses

into my head all that does fill me with dread.

All i want is a life free of trouble and strife,

All i get is constant jibes in the back of the head, face and neck,

will it ever dive off the surfboard of my mind.

The four horsemen plan with pride,

It’s all about to glide,

Down a mighty blood slide.

The shit has well and truly hit the fan,

And i’m about to pass out to Saipan,

the four horsemen are ready to plant,

what they think is right for this canman,

But i think the last plan,

Is left to Stan,

The only question is how was it planned,

The four horsemen are ready to stand.

Taking on a new ride,

You can decide,

What you believe is ultimately true,

Someone you know is totally blue,

When you stand on that stage it is up to you,

You can phone a friend, do fifty fifty or ask the audience,

Because after all you will stand or you will fall,

You will need all your strength to build a wall.

Stand, do not fall.

This should be easy for you,

As you know your own flaws,

Johannesberg and all,

Riots in Brazil,

Troubles in the north,

They weren’t long, they weren’t short,

In the end i dont fucking know,

I’ve written the worst poem  i’ve ever known,

the four horsemen take it or leave it,

i didn’t know how to finish it,

Maybe there is no clear cut ending,

One that stands out from them all,

You have to just take it on the chin,

As part of the school of hard knocks,

That life rubbishes in the bin,

It’s been part of your chagrin,

This is your story,

Whether it be mourning or glory,

You have to wake up from each nightmare.

And say that even though your still haunted by the hay,

You must carry on till your on the gray.

As this is your life experience up until the present day,

So don’t recall it in the hay,

You should be proud to still be here today,

And that’s what the four horsemen are here

for a reminder to you wahay.

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DEATH STORY 2ND INNINGS

It’s just another story
of death at your fingertips,

Mourning at the funeral
of your past,

Oh we’re all aghast,

There’s plenty to laugh
about, plenty to cry about,

Plenty to dine over
let’s take a trip to dover.

It’s the death of my
past,

It’s not here to last,

Everybody should be
feeling joy ,

Like acting like it’s a
killjoy event,

Cease repent,

You’ll be glad to be sad
but just for a moment,

You glad to be mourning
in the moment,

Not to be telling my
death story,

In another language mink
and maury,

Oh is it that story,

Let’s get ready to have
more glory,

Because this just is
another story of heartache,

Not another story from
death’s embrace,

But clearly a deface.

Wherever life’s journey
takes you,

You can be sure that it
will test you,

Beyond endurance,
sometimes beyond a current,

It’s sure not to be an
area without Shades Of Grey,

It’s an area that begs
and prays for you,

To give up beating
yourself up over things,

That happened such a
long time ago,

So be strong be tough
will ya.

It all starts with a bit
of self lovin ya,

You have to go to that
place that is death’s star,

To embrace what is
in a breath’s bar,

Take it from me it’s a
need to be,

The man that i am today,

Is because of the
strength i have to be here,

It brings me to tears to
say,

That this is the way,

Of my bond that stays
with me unkind in a way,

Through the tides
that keep me in a way,  

Safe from going away to
the death story in the sky.

I can’t cheat, i
can’t lie, it’s every tear for itself,

That is the place you
must set your heart on,

A dear embrace, the
time, the chase, it’s all a bit misplaced,

And there it is
therein lies the rub.

 I cant tell this
story without giving into death’s glory,

I can feel sick from the
depravity of the situation,

The dastardly facets
that come with the location,

That is in my head the
demons that hunt me to bed instead,

And create a world that i am
utterly trapped in,

That i feel sapped in,

That i’m papped in by the
photographers who shoot the inside,

Of my brain that make me go
insane

With worry and tension to end my
pain,

But it doesn’t it just stays the
same.

It only ends with me crying, and
nearly suffocating nearly dying,

But that’s just the release of
tears, the release of fears,

That enslaved me for years,

It’s so right that i end
this plight at this point in my life,

And not a second later.

Well the journey has been worth
every moment,

Every physical gage that locked
me in this cage,

Of my past that was like a
bull enraged,

That is kill switch engage,

I am now done with my story,

I hope it inspired, maybe death,
maybe glory,

Perhaps even another
death story.

Be safe now.

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Where is the Fun?

One of our very talented Social Group attendees has submitted some poetry to us for use on our website.  There’s a few posts to follow with different poems.

Where is the fun?

Where is the fun?

In the sun,

I dont know what the fun is?

Is it something indescribable,

Or is it in the bible,

The mysteries of the human race,

We all seem to run,

We all seem to chase,

For a reason to this great chase,

We call the human race,

The call of our fathers to,

To this what bothers,

There is a certain question one
asks one self,

Where is the fun?

It’s a question and a conundrum,

That has philosophers becoming
undone,

They don’t know what they’re
chasing,

They don’t know what’s be
hasting.

It’s just one of those things i
guess,

That we question, we jest,

Like the meaning of life noone
can give a definitive answer,

I think it’s for beggars
for chancers,

If we just slow down we might
hear the Angelus.

The thing is we’re chasing for
meaning for balance,

I dont think we’ll find it in a
chalice,

In relationships, in balance,

Ye see there is a turning point i’m only reaching in my life,

We all get to this stage,

Who am i, where am i, where am i
going,

What am in looking for,

What do i want to achieve,

What do i want to receive,

Is there a place we can achieve,

What we want our life’s destiny,

Our endless journey, our voice,

Our selves i think we can
only keep on counting shelves,

And wonder with awe aloud
withdraw,

When will we reach the
top,

Will it go pop.

Questions and answers it’s sure
to stop,

One thing’s for sure we need the
allure,

Of the bedroom door,

Where is the fun?

In the sun,

I don’t know what the fun is?

Where is the fun?

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