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Wednesday, 12 June 2013

How I Became Who I Am

As a teenager, when considering my future, I found it difficult to decide which direction my adult professional life should take.

I couldn't decide between being a surgeon, carrying out life saving operations on a daily basis, or a fireman.

Of course, as a fireman, I would be required to rush into burning buildings and face danger and stress of unimaginable proportions, thereby risking life an limb for the safety of others. As a surgeon, as my mother pointed out, the worst that could happen is that I would occasionally go home at nights with small pieces of strangers lodged under my fingernails.

Neither of which seemed very appealing.

I decided to be unemployed instead.

But it didn't last long.

First I managed to fend off the threat of becoming a welder for a company making engine housings (for small boats). It involved dirt and grime and was therefore, obviously, not for someone as delicate as me.

Then came an invitation for an interview for the post of clerical assistant in a newspaper (the Newcastle Journal) office. This too, with the grace and skill of a young Pele, was sidestepped and gleefully avoided.

There were others too!

Morticians assistant in the local hospital ... sounded dead boring!

Farmhand ... hard work!

Supermarket trolley collector ... and endless, poorly rewarded chore!

Oh, they all needed my special skills in one way or another.

But I was a happy-go-lucky teenager and, as my final week as a professional school kid came to an end with the joys of idleness awaiting me, I was oblivious to the impending dangers of life without pocket money!

Yes, as my school career ended, so did the financial support of the Bank of Mum and Dad!

It was a shock, I can tell you!

That is when my cousin Lynn and her husband arrived home from Germany (he was in the Army).

When they came to see us, I thought it was for a cup of tea and a catch-up chat. Little did I know that a plan had been hatched and I was to be kidnapped under the pretext of 'going for a drive' and deposited at the doors of the local Army careers office.

Struggle? Of course I struggled! I fought like a tiger! Blood was spilled (almost).

But, if you had known Lynn, you would also have known that resistance was futile ... and could be painful!

They dragged me in ...

... and I never looked back!

I became a soldier and ... good or bad ... became the man I am today. All through that (violent) encounter with my cousin and her husband.

And, although there have been a few occasions when I have regretted that incident, there have been many, many more when I was grateful for their intervention.

Sometimes you need a helping hand.

Or a kick in the arse!


  1. Fancy asking a kid what they want to do for ever and then holding them to it...seemed stupid then and still does. I had no idea what I wanted to do because I had no experience of life at that stage.

    1. I have known people as kids wanting to be doctors, nurses etc. and low and behold ... they became jockeys and bus drivers.

    2. LOL, exactly my point, most of that multitude I went to school with trained to be Welders, Engineers, Plumbers, Electricians etc. I know of only two of us doing what we trained for..

  2. Hari OM
    A few rare and driven ones do - but most of us don't. Or even if we do things conspire against us to prevent and then we are set adrift. But nothing is ever set in stone. Whatever we end up doing and now matter how, it's all part of the formation that depicts 'ME'. That is a wonderful thing! cheers, YAM xx

    1. These days youngsters get too many people telling them which direction they should take. Probably more confusing for them than it was for me in my day.

  3. Salvation comes in many forms. I'm glad you didn't regret that intervention so long ago.

    1. Think of all the people I wouldn't have met and all the things I wouldn't have done had it not happened.
      Regrets are for those who lost something. I have gained more than I have lost.


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