The man I am today was shaped by the little boy I once was. It took me six decades to understand him—and even longer to make peace with him.
I believe that if we really want to understand ourselves, to be truly centred and at peace, we have to be willing to look back at where we came from.
Today, I'm a relatively content man, but I haven't always been. I've often wondered why I'm the person I am now compared to the man I was 30, 50, or even 60 years ago. I also believe that what happens to us in our earliest years can shape us in ways we don't even realise. Childhood experiences, especially traumatic ones, can quietly influence every part of our lives.
My earliest memories are traumatic. A drunken father and a dying mother. I lost my mother when I was four years old. After that, I was sent to an orphanage where I was constantly verbally and physically abused by the nuns simply because I was C of S. a Protestant.
When I was five, I was fortunate enough to be taken in by my uncle and aunt, who brought me down to London. From that point on, I grew up in a loving and secure home. But the past never really left me. It would return in dreams and flashbacks. My aunt used to tell me I was imagining things, that the flashbacks weren't real. But I knew they were. I'd lived them.
So why am I telling you all this?
Because I now understand that the fear I felt of my drunken father, the helplessness of watching my mother slowly die, and the anger and hatred I carried towards the nuns shaped the person I became.
From the moment I stepped off the Flying Scotsman at King's Cross Station as a frightened five-year-old boy, I became a fighter. I fought in every aspect of my life. I wasn't going to let anyone control me. Deep down, I felt I had to justify my existence.
Sport became one of the ways I did that.
Academically, I was average, but I constantly pushed myself to be the best in sports. It wasn't until I reached my forties that my attitude began to change. Instead of trying to be better than everyone else, I started trying to be the best version of myself.
Looking back now, at the age of 69, I can honestly say I've achieved a great deal. I'm a 10th Dan black belt in Kempo Jujitsu, hold high-ranking black belts in several other martial arts, became a professor of sports science, and in my younger days I wasn't a bad boxer or powerlifter either.
I'm proud of those achievements.
But they came at a price.
My obsession with perfection and my relentless drive to succeed made me a selfish man. I always did what I wanted to do, often without considering the people closest to me. Over the years, that pursuit led to divorces, heartache, and more broken relationships than I'd care to admit.
Then, several years ago, I lost my wife.
Caring for her during her illness led me into social healthcare, and working in that field completely changed my outlook on life. It made me stop and ask myself some difficult questions about who I really was and, more importantly, who I wanted to become.
I'm still proud of what I achieved throughout my life, but I'm no longer proud of how I achieved it.
That's why I believe our early years do influence the path we follow. They shape our beliefs, our fears, and the choices we make. But they don't have to define us forever. At any stage of life, we can stop, look back, understand what has driven us, and choose a different way forward.
I've had a good life, and for most of it I was happy. But happiness isn't the same as contentment. For many years I wasn't truly at peace with myself because I didn't understand what was driving me.
Today, I don't live in the past. I live in the present and look towards the future. But I also know that finding contentment meant facing my past, understanding it, and finally making peace with the boy/man I once was.



