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As
a parent I guess the one thing we normally expect is to die before
our children, occasionally in life's twists and turns this proves
not to be the case. In August 1992 Vanessa, my wife, and I faced
our blackest moment when our lovely eldest son Benjamin was killed
in a motorcycle accident at the age of just seventeen. In many ways
it would have been very tempting to just crawl into a corner and
let the world go by, but we had three other equally lovely children
and from that tragedy a growing feeling that some good must come.
And so from that moment in eternity The Benjamin Foundation was
born.
Benjamin
Draper
We
had chosen to live in North Norfolk, moving up from North Suffolk
in order to convert a lovely set of traditional flint farm buildings
into our family home. I guess many people would see North Norfolk
in that rather idyllic way. However for many the reality can be
very different.
There
are many individuals who face the same daily problems, and challenges
as their counterparts living in more urban settings, and those problems
are compounded by living in isolation, with few services and facilities
to support their needs and made worse still by a poor public transport
infrastructure.
Given
the dispersed and at times sparse nature of the client groups we
wished to serve, a number of essential methods of working were identified.
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