Hopeful or hopeless…

Once They Were Just Boys is a fictional account based on the real life experiences of the author. Each post tells the life story of a boy I taught: his humour, intelligence, kindness, and resilience, alongside the losses and difficulties that many carried – bereavement, mental illness in the family, family break up, learning difficulties, instability, and early exposure to crime and addiction.

At school, these boys were not statistics or risks. They were children with strengths, relationships, and futures still open. As adults, many went on to experience addiction, criminal involvement, imprisonment, or long-term exclusion from society. In some cases sadly their adult lives were cut short.

This blog does not ask who is to blame. Instead, it asks a harder question: what more could have been done, and when? By placing childhood first and outcome last, Once They Were Just Boys challenges readers – educators, social workers, policymakers, and the wider public – to look again at how vulnerability is recognised, how early warning signs are responded to, and how easily potential can be lost when support arrives too late.

These are not stories about failure. They are stories about boys who mattered – and still do.

A close-up of an open, lined leather-bound journal with crisp, cream pages. A sleek black fountain pen lies diagonally across the journal, its chrome accents catching subtle light. The journal rests on a modern, matte concrete table in a minimalist workspace, flanked by an organized row of neutral-toned file folders. Soft, indirect morning light from a nearby window highlights the gentle textures and edges of the journal and pen, casting delicate shadows that add depth. The camera angle is eye-level with a shallow depth of field, blurring the background to put complete focus on the journal. The mood is calm, organized, and subtly hopeful, mirroring the site’s reflective and professional voice. The overall impression is clean-lined photographic realism with a structured, understated elegance.

The journey of a teacher

Over the years I have collected memories of the boys I encountered along the way. In 2016 when an ex-pupil was convicted of murder, I started to question ‘why’ and ‘what could I have done differently’. This blog chronicles the paths of past pupils, celebrates resilience, and explores where things went right or wrong.