Everyone Has A Story...Tell Me Yours

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Born December, 18th, 1949. A typical Sagittarian. The hunter on the body of a stallion: I have always hunted for the right fit for me, the right place to live; the right person to live with; the right job with the right income.

Unfortunately, the stallion's body has decreed that I constantly search for fresh pastures. I have never owned a house. I have moved constantly and I believe the reason is that my spirit belongs in the United States.

0 years: I know how I was born. My father was a sportsman even in the war. He was an athlete for his battalion. He ate with the officers to keep his strength up and never touched alcohol. Three weeks after the war ended he was drinking with a friend, felt woozy and went outdoors. He tripped and knocked my mother over. They knew each other so she picked him up and took him to her house. That is how I was born...(not that night, by the way, a year later.

1-10: A very good childhood. Mother, father, grandmother and granddad* (more lately) and aunts living in the area. We lived with my grandparents for five years until our first house.

The school was just around the corner up until the age of 11 and education was enjoyable...(but not as enjoyable as soccer.I played with friends every day including Sunday).

I never wanted to know about Jesus or God. I went to Sunday School for two years because we all went to the chapel in the same street but I could never get used to being called a 'sinner' at eight.

*At six years of age, my grandfather (whom I cannot remember talking to me ever) went into a coma. For three nights my mother and aunt stayed with him. They came home tired and my father and uncle went to stay and that night he died.

That night my grandfather's head and shoulders appeared to me in a dream.

At ten, I was on my first scout camp with all the joys of sleeping and eating in the rough. On the second day, we had finished eating and were washing the pans and utensils when I started to feel unwell.

I went to my tent to lie down as the feeling of sickness became stronger. The other boys in the tent came to see how I was but I couldn't talk. The next thing I know I remember as clearly today as that day, the thought passing through my head, "This is what it's like to die!"

I had passed out. How long? I have no idea but the next thing I remember was seeing my doctor kneeling over me-so the troop leader had gone to the farm to ring the doctor (no mobiles) and then he had driven the six miles to get to me.

He put me in his car to drive to the hospital when everything I had eaten (and more perhaps) came up. I was mortified but he must have had this happen before because he was brilliant (he had been at my mother's side just after I was born). I wasn't in the hospital more than a couple of hours before I was back at camp.

The conclusion: Food poisoning. I remember we were eating corned beef hash. I have never eaten it since.

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Did I Meet A Black Jesus?

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Have you ever been with a healer?

Something very  strange happened to me a while ago and there are people who will throw their heads back, laughing, and other who will support me and realize that this is not so extraordinary.
 

For most people, my story will get 40% scratching their head and 40% calling it BS. That's fine, I don't mind.

 As some people know, two years ago, I ruptured my Achilles tendon. When I went to the GP, I  thought that it was just a calf strain which would clear up with rest. It didn't. After doing three weeks worth of Tai chi classes and walking in and out of town a physiotherapist friend of mine insisted that I go to the A&E.

At Warwick, I had an x-ray and the results came back with no bones broken but they were worried about my Achilles tendon. They put me in a boot and, if you've seen those things, it can be uncomfortable. The boot came halfway up the leg and was damned difficult to walk in.
 

So, I wore this boot but was told that it probably wouldn't be any good because I'd left it too long. The ruptured tendon was more severe than even I thought and could have meant an operation but they needed me to have the boot on for six weeks. So I wore or had been wearing the boot for a week when three days in I was walking through Leamington Spa. I was down by the railway station and a young black guy approached me with a smile stopped me in the street and said
"What would you say if I told you that you could go round that corner take the boot off and your leg would be better."
 

Well tell me what would you say?  A complete stranger with deep eyes, a great smile and we continued to converse for three to four minutes before shaking hands and leaving.

 Of course I didn't take my boot off at the corner.  I made my way home and went to sleep.  Next day I woke up and, as I got out of bed, something felt strange, the ankle didn't feel as weak as it had done the previous day. In fact, It felt a lot stronger, so strong in fact, that I decided not to use the boot and noticed that for the first time in about nine weeks I could raise my heel off the ground. I could take my Tai Chi classes without the boot on and walk over 10,000 steps.

Now you tell me have I just met the black Jesus. What do you think?

 

From <https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bet0dn9Cwns>

Why We Do What We Do!

Telling your story isn't easy. Everyone knows that feeling of facing a live audience.

But we have always been passionate about working with these people to become more comfortable and more confident in the situation.

But how much more anxious can you be than facing that live audience to talk about the dark side of your life? At StoryTelling Corner we're constantly working to offer a safe stage to our storytellers, authors and poets.

We are working on a plan to have performers consistently lining up to appear in the evenings to come.

Every month we need the storytellers, we need the audience but we also need charities who want to be part of the evening with the opportunity to talk to us and to receive the door money as a donation.

Why do we do this?

Easy, because over two years we have listened to amazing stories, been entertained by real entertainers, supported by wonderful people and been able to help, in our own way, some wonderful charities.

This needs to continue and grow.
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