When I was at school, the nuns maintained that everybody had a "Guardian Angel", watching over them and making sure nothing bad happen.
Even at such an early age, I deduced that this was sappy nonsense.
No, what we have are cheerleaders, cheering us on. The lucky amongst us have friends and family to wave the sparkly pom-poms and don the metaphorical silly skirt.
Cheerleaders are non-judgemental; they don't criticise your actions, they raise your spirits and bolster faltering confidence.
Everybody needs their own personal cheerleader.
And I probably need to get some sleep.
Night all.
