There isn’t a day that goes by when I wished the tractor driver who almost killed me in Germany, where I wished that he did the job properly and finished me off.
Having to accept the fact that this me a disabled brain dead has been, is a tough pill to swallow.
I’d worked so hard to get to where I was, I wasn’t really a natural salesman, yes, I had the gift of the gab and, I could probably sell snow to Eskimo’s, but I never really understood or grasped what I was selling.
The reality was as long as you looked the part, nice suit, nice shirt and tie, polished shoes, nice cuff links, nice belt and watch, sounded like you kind of knew what you was talking about you could get away with most things.
Apart from when I worked at Harry Hall Cycles in Manchester that is….
Even then, the rate that technology had progressed I often found myself blagging it if I wasn’t quite sure of the answer to a question when asked.
Life now would have been bloody abysmal had I not done so many different things and gained the experiences that I have.
I’ve said in a previous blog how dull my life was after being discharged from Rehab so I’m not going to repeat myself, other than to say, if all I did now was vegetate in front of my computer I’d probably need carting off to the loony bin, in fact theirs no probably about it.
I’m sure that none of you can possibly understand the pain and suffering that I’ve been through and, am still going through to a degree, I don’t mean physical pain, I mean the pain of loosing an incredibly successful life to now trying desperately to salvage some of those losses.
I started this blog by saying “there Isn’t a day that goes by when I wished the tractor driver who almost killed me in Germany, where I wished that he did the job properly and finished me off”.
Now on the other hand, there isn’t a day that goes by where I’m not grateful that I’ve been fortunate enough to have had the skills required to create a new, successful and meaningful life.
Obviously helped alone by each of you…..