ENZO FLOODS - 20 & 21 December 2020

A MAN'S WORLD - THE DEFINING MOMENT OF FATHER'S LIFE?

WELCOME TO GLAUSCHWITZ 

On the outside I may seem cold and aloof, to some laid back and to others I'm simply a 'header'. Its because I'm different and I see the world in a different light and when I meet people I just want to have fun with them, and yes I'm different but this is what made me a world champion athlete and my business the best in its field and of course, you've guessed it I'm arrogant too but this is a necessary attribute of a champion. People will describe me as a fool, to others I'm an inspiration, others see me as a guardian angel fighting their cause, a good man and to some I'm a just a twat. It's your opinion, you're welcome to it. You may have noticed a change in me recently, my persona has taken a dark new exterior version and people are seeing me in a different light. To these new people I'm seen as offensive and aggressive and people describe me as not nice. This is because of my fight with an established government system that is determined to place my family in danger and to add insult to injury, I'm paying for this service with my council tax. What you see is my exterior, its what's in front of you, but on the inside I'm the same as everyone else, cut me open and I bleed, catch a virus, I get ill or I may even die. I have similar emotions to other people and to return to the new 'me' internally my change is due to environmental factors happening that threaten the safety of my family. What people are seeing are my emotions, anger and frustration finding their way to the surface. They need to do this otherwise they will remain internal, fester and then maybe erupt. Therefore, my new exterior has developed a new interior which is being fed by external factors.  

This week my anger point has reached new high levels when a young family moved into a new house. What happened next was that life delivered two hammer blows in quick succession. The heavens opened and their dreams turned to nightmares, They had spent less than 48 hours in their new house with their children including a five month old baby and were flooded, not once, but twice in two days. There is so much damage to property and furniture that almost a new start is required for this young couple, this is a devastating blow for them in their journey as a family. Friends and neighbours have rallied around the couple, a gofundme page has been created, local residents have donated cash and others are offering to donate goods. But what are the emotional costs of this event? Will it have a positive of negative outcome for them? Only time will tell. We as a community wish them well.

I learned about this tragedy from a neighbour of the new family through Facebook, she sent me photos of the damage and the aftermath and because unfortunately I know who is to blame logistically for this devastation my emotional status is affected and I get angry (again). I can't avoid investing my emotions in the couples predicament. I turn the clock back 30+ years to when I was in their shoes and my anger grows because I've been in that situation, a new born baby, a new house, its such an exciting time but its so hard as well, every situation is new, there seems to be a challenge around every corner. You face each challenge and complete it as best you can but as a family you are in such a positive mindset because you have so many dreams, so many visions, so many plans and so close to Christmas too and then ssomething like a flood happens. I can feel negative emotions overcoming me again and my anger grows, its a vicious a circle, the more I think about it the closer I get to eruption point.

So I took a trip over the hill to see for myself the damage and to record the event because let's face it, it's not God who is accountable for this happening, its a government system that has allowed this to happen. Several elderly residents have placed their trust in me to fight the system on their behalf so this is an event that need to record because although its a massive negative event for the young couple, it is an opportunity to collect evidence that proves our point, that the development will cause flooding amongst other problems to the neighbourhood. 

I chatted to the flood victim James as he was on the clean up operation and confirmed my suspicions of accountability for the flooding, I took some photos and returned home to calm myself down, James accepted my Facebook friend request and I set about looking for family photos to use as support for the family. I saved a couple and had to put myself to bed early before I overdosed on the negative emotional chemicals frantically bouncing around in my mind.

I woke up in the morning and eventually had what they call 'a light bulb' moment, a fragment of time when you suddenly realise something or you have a good idea. But on the way to that light bulb moment are many moments and important pieces of information that allow you to reach the 'moment'. On this morning I had a nagging suspicion that a piece of information is important, normally its something that doesn't seem quite right, its a like a piece of jigsaw that won't fit into the puzzle. What I woke up to the next morning is the image of James bending over kissing his new born baby's head. It was at the forefront of my mind and I knew it had significance but I didn't know why? 30 minutes later I still lay in bed having linked my thoughts together, then I achieved the 'light bulb moment', personally I call it the 'ping', to me its the sound of a bell going 'ping' and I suddenly know how why that jigsaw piece doesn't fit in the puzzle or in this case it did fit and this is how:

I linked James' photo with his little girl to the image in my mind of me holding my first baby girl in the hospital 35 years ago, they say a baby doesn't smile until seven weeks but what I saw at that moment was a beautiful being looking up at me and smiling, that image is burned in my mind forever, it will never fade, then I run through the images of my three other children, that one moment when I held that tiny helpless bundle in my arms for the very first time. Each image was clear and as sharp as if it was a high intensity digital photograph taken yesterday. My children are grow up now, two have children of their own and one has a little one on the way and I look at my children and way they and their partners love their children like I loved them and I am so proud and my heart fills with joy and I can say job done. That's me. 

I could die now and be happy that my job is done that's who I was, I was a father, it was those four moments that defined me and now I understand who I am first and foremost, I'm a father. Then I think about my father and I look to him sometimes for inspiration, and he's not there anymore because he's been gone nearly 30 years, and I need him now in times like this when my back is against the wall and the enemy approach. His youth was robbed from him when he fought in the second world war from the ages of 18-23, he risked his life for 5 years fighting Germans and Italians for his future family, and I thought my role as father was hard, his was ten times harder, he had three of those moments and I never asked him about them and he never volunteered them. But I bet he remembered them like I remember mine, and James will I'm sure remember his.

Good luck to James and Sarah in rebuilding their home, I wish I could welcome them to Glynneath, but having listened to the stories of residents in our group, some of whom have lived here their whole lives. These people, who are good decent and nice people who have worked hard their whole lives to support their families, these people have been the victims of unscrupulous businessmen and a corrupt council for the last 20 years. They too, I suspect would like to welcome you to Glynneath, but then that would be like welcoming someone into a place like Auschwitz. Your fight to protect your family starts here and now. Good luck. 

Friends and neighbours rally round, a go fund me      

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SLC to Meg Lane people kept saying it was the house and all the neighbours kept saying no they've never flooded in the house before, never ever, it's only been since people started building behind the house and that's where they hay had come from xx

SLC to Darren Slocombe if they can guarantee the problem is solved yeah, Enzo homes are to blame apparently.

SLC - And the mystery of the soggy House is solved, a fucking hay bale down the drain. - 
Could feed a family of horses for a month

Who the hell would put that in the drain like for what reason? So stupid glad u got to the cause of it now and can rebuild ur home again xx

SLC - Donna Marie they didn't put it in there lol it was swept from the building site behind xx

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