The attached is a photograph of me taken just a number of days following my accident….

When I look at this photograph, I’m left wondering how or, what my life could have been like had my accident not of happened.

Would I of continued being the success that I quite clearly was?

Would I still be a sales director at IBM, or would I have done what I suspect and flown the nest?

Would I of still been racing a motorbike?

These are of course questions that I’ll never know the answer to, all that I can do is surmise but, there is more than a strong possibility that the answer is a resounding yes to all three questions. 

Before my accident, I never used to look at a disabled person, and wonder how they became disabled, I assumed that people who are disabled must be born that way.

How wrong was I….?

I would have been 35 years of age at the time of my accident, being somebody who used to race motorbikes for North Gloucester, meant that I was pretty handy on a motorbike, the thrill of being on a motorbike especially when you knew how to ride is like nothing else.

You can’t explain it without experiencing it, well you probably could with a lot of foul language but, I’ll spare you with a lot of bad language, I’m guessing that you get the picture.    

I’d always been a grafter at work hence, why I was such a success. I have said it in a previous blog that I’ve never been what you’d call the typical salesman, somebody who always made their quota, what I’ve always had is the gift of the gab.

I’ve always known what to say, when to say it and, who to say it too….

I was able to climb the ladder so quickly because, I knew that if I was able to demonstrate that I was a good leader I’d be promoted.

The thing that I always found is, if I could successfully build relationships at the right level, I could naturally progress.  

Of course I had to sell but, there was a team of hand picked sales people to keep me on track.

The problem that I always had was, I was never any good at cold calling, picking up the phone and making the very first call.

If I was handed what we used to call a warm lead at the right level, the chances are I would make the sale. 

To go from somebody who was at the top of their game to now being a disabled has been is a tough pill to swallow.

To go from somebody that carried a £15 million quota to what I’m responsible for now is bloody hard, even if I do say so myself.

A career that I’d spent the best part of 20 years trying disparately to build for myself was taken from me in the blink of an eye.

I suppose that the only saving grace is, that I can stand with my head held high and, say that I’ve been there, I’ve been somewhere, a (sales director) when thousands of sales guys can only dream of getting to.