My story is about the little boy who was so traumatised by his first few years of school that he couldn’t get a sentence out without stuttering.
A boy whose writing needed a mirror to make sense of what he had written, about valium and the need to be medicated to stop the naughtiness. How surfing helped me find myself.
About working 32 different jobs and the amazing, weird and wonderful people I met. The memory of sitting in the Emirates business lounge heading to Kuwait to deliver a mathematics program (yes you heard right) to a millionaire businessman.
The situations I have found myself in, (see above) situations that at times were so bizarre, so incredibly funny and out there, that I really have to question who is pulling the strings.
You know I would really love to meet these string pullers because I’m sure they would have had a hernia operation or two, from laughing or crying so hard….at my expense!
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