Can beggars be choosers?


Well, it seems in today’s society they can.

As lunchtime came around, I decided to go out for a wander to strech the legs and clear the head. My stomach was doing more than grumbling and the rest of my team kept telling me to go and get some food.

So it was very shortly after I had left the office and had been wandering the chilly city streets that I spotted him.He was sitting on the cold and wet pavement, back against the wall and begging for money. His thin body covered in an old top that could not be possibly keeping him warm. I am not sure what got to me, but I turned around and walked into the closest food store, which just so happened to be a Subway.

He was sitting on the cold and wet pavement, back against the wall and begging for money. His thin body covered in an old top that could not be possibly keeping him warm. I am not sure what got to me, but I turned around and walked into the closest food store, which just so happened to be a Subway.

Once inside, I ordered a ham and salad six inch roll, paid for it and headed back to the beggar. With the freshly made roll in hand, I knelt down beside him and offered him the food, and waited for a thank you. But the response I received instead shocked me.


‘Nah mate, I’m not that hungry, but can I have some money for a pack of smokes?’

The words ‘Fuck off’ instantly came to mind, but I held back and shook my head as he continued to stare at me and wait for me to hand him change so he could buy a pack of Winnie Blue. Not on my watch I thought.

So with absolute disbelief, I stood up and walked off, still shaking my head at what had just occurred. I was now even more determined to hand the food over to a homeless person who wanted to be fed and would be grateful for the feed.
Well, it did take me another 15 minutes and another knockback to find someone who accepted the food rather than money.

So, is it the way I think, or have we become a society of self centered and choosey people who don’t want to settle for second best, or in this case third best?

I have not lost faith in what I do for others, as far as I know, there are still some people out there who will take what I have to offer with a smile and open arms, but on the odd occasion, I do have my doubts.

A year is a long time



A year equals 365 days.

A year equals 8760 hours

A year equals 525600 minutes

A year equals 31,536,000 seconds.

All it took was one of those seconds to change my life forever.

With a long and painful year behind me, I can now begin to look forward and set a few new targets as the last of my operations are done and dusted.

When people discover I had a major incident with a car while cycling, i get the standard response of how lucky I really am.

In some ways this makes sense, I am still able to walk and have full function of all my limbs and only with some pain on a daily basis. But yes, I am alive and have managed to get back on the bike and continue with my life in a way I would have wanted.

But, if I had been really ‘lucky’ I would have never been hit by a motorist who was not paying attention to the roads in front of him. I would have never suffered the effects of a broken back and other painful injuries.

Luck has not been the biggest factor in getting back on my feet and eventually back on the bike. Persistence may have had a huge part to play, and the fact I find it rather difficult to accept help, even when I should was another factor.

Unlucky is probably the best way to describe the situation I ended up in. Broken and feeling very sorry for myself at the best of times. Not that giving up was ever an option, even though I have to admit there were times where it was one step forward and two steps back.

Having to go through two separate procedure, shoulder and then my hand, which I was told was fine. I guess the surgeon got that one wrong. So after 11 months, I had surgery to repair my thumb, and the rehab begins from scratch.

So all I can do from this point forward is look forward to a time where I can be happy with my condition and the joys I have ahead in my life.

A second can sometimes be the longest time in a person’s life.

Make every second count as you may not get the next one

The Simple Things

The more I look at life and all it has to offer, it becomes very obvious that the simple things are the ones that make us the happiest

From the delights of sharing a simple meal with friends all the way through to sitting on the beach with a loved one and watching the sun set over the calm waters. Watching the sunrise is just as spectacular, but there is the fact you do need to be out of bed rather early.

We are all very different, and what makes us happy is a very personal thing. Dining at a fancy restaurant, staying in bed all day and bumming around in pjs for the rest of the day, or getting up at the crack of dawn and cycling about until the legs scream for rest. It’s these very simple things that make life worth living.

And then there is the one other thing that makes us truly happy? To hear words of love and affection from the people who are closest to us.

‘I love you’ are the three little words that make life special to all of us, no matter how hardened we think we are. They make us smile, even if that smile is an internal one.

Tell someone you love them today, as tomorrow is never promised. And what if you don’t love them? It’s best they know that as well.

Looking at the big picture


After not having worked for nearly 5 months due to my accident, it was with relief and trepidation that I would return to my old team and the project I was forced to leave.

Heading back in for my first day was something of a relief, but as the train neared my city station. The butterflies in my stomach began their war dance the nerves and jitters hit home.


Not that I should have had any concerns about what my role was and If I was still capable of processing all the information which would be dumped in my lap over the coming weeks. It was more if my mind would be able to cope with the social part of the job.

Friendship and caffeine got me through the day, only just. I was so exhausted on the trip home and struggled to stay awake, hoping I wouldn’t fall asleep and miss my station.

I have been back a few days now and it’s getting easier. And it will eventually be a normality for me in the coming weeks.

My life has become much busier now that I’m back at work. I still need to continue with all my rehabilitation exercises, get to hydrotherapy and see the physio a few times a week.


Busy weeks ahead, but at least I’m moving in the right direction. And that forward direction will continue. Going backwards is not an option. Not now. Not ever.

As my physio said. ‘You broke your back in a cycling accident less than 5 months ago. And you’re going back to work. Don’t be so hard on yourself.’

As much as his words made perfect sense, it’s still tough at times to see the big picture. And that’s something we all need to do.