I'm a day dreamer and dream chaser... there I said it.. and meant it too..
For as long as I can remember I have always been day dreaming, although when I was younger is was mainly about flying like superman. I highly recommend NOT jumping out of the first floor window just because you have a red cape on.
I had a very strange and beautiful childhood, my father was a quirky and very intelligent man, it's a shame he passed away in 1998.
Not just because it created a black hole in my life but also that it was a huge loss to the world as he was the kind of man that really made a difference, a real life superhero.
The list of his achievements is long, some of the few that had a profound affect on my life are the impacts he had on others..
Such as abandoning his post in the army, as a surgeon he saved hundreds of children lives during the war in Palestine, and then years later reported as the BBC everyman to try to get the truth out the world (lets face it.. the media is lacking in the truth department).
After I was born he moved to a little island of Cyprus and took a position up as football manager of my school where he didn't just help the team progress in football skills but gave them the right books to read and organized skiing trips to broaden their minds... He was a nurturer to everyone, someone you could count on to be honest with you and point you in the right direction.
I was brought up as a wild child, by the time i was 11 my daily routine consisted of cycling 4k to school in the morning, going to local swimming pool for 3 hours in the afternoon (it gets HOT here in summer) , playing football for another couple hours and then cycling another 5-10k before getting home to eat, do homework and read a book.
I remember surviving when i got hungry eating fruit and berries , i knew exactly where the tree's were and exactly when they were in season.. I still do!!
Looking back at my childhood, i realize now that I'm older why my father gave me just enough pocket money, didn't give me panadols every time i had a headache, didn't bail me out every time i got in trouble and pushing my limits and intellect at every corner.
It taught me how to be strong in character, empathy, to understand the value of money, to be resourceful when faced with challenges, it taught my body that it's strong enough to deal with virtually anything i throw at it, (yes, even a 1st floor first FLIGHT!, hey, no one gets it right the first time!) .
We all have someone that helped shape us into who we are today, I'm just extremely lucky and honored to have been raised until the age of 14 by one of the most incredible human beings I've ever come across so far..
He taught me, no, showed me, that money isn't everything.... people are..
My first ever blog entry- Dedicated to my father Paul Morris 2/2/52- 20/12/98
In case you're wondering, my mother makes a dramatic entrance and positive impact much later in my life. That's another story.
For as long as I can remember I have always been day dreaming, although when I was younger is was mainly about flying like superman. I highly recommend NOT jumping out of the first floor window just because you have a red cape on.
I had a very strange and beautiful childhood, my father was a quirky and very intelligent man, it's a shame he passed away in 1998.
Not just because it created a black hole in my life but also that it was a huge loss to the world as he was the kind of man that really made a difference, a real life superhero.
The list of his achievements is long, some of the few that had a profound affect on my life are the impacts he had on others..
Such as abandoning his post in the army, as a surgeon he saved hundreds of children lives during the war in Palestine, and then years later reported as the BBC everyman to try to get the truth out the world (lets face it.. the media is lacking in the truth department).
After I was born he moved to a little island of Cyprus and took a position up as football manager of my school where he didn't just help the team progress in football skills but gave them the right books to read and organized skiing trips to broaden their minds... He was a nurturer to everyone, someone you could count on to be honest with you and point you in the right direction.
I was brought up as a wild child, by the time i was 11 my daily routine consisted of cycling 4k to school in the morning, going to local swimming pool for 3 hours in the afternoon (it gets HOT here in summer) , playing football for another couple hours and then cycling another 5-10k before getting home to eat, do homework and read a book.
I remember surviving when i got hungry eating fruit and berries , i knew exactly where the tree's were and exactly when they were in season.. I still do!!
Looking back at my childhood, i realize now that I'm older why my father gave me just enough pocket money, didn't give me panadols every time i had a headache, didn't bail me out every time i got in trouble and pushing my limits and intellect at every corner.
It taught me how to be strong in character, empathy, to understand the value of money, to be resourceful when faced with challenges, it taught my body that it's strong enough to deal with virtually anything i throw at it, (yes, even a 1st floor first FLIGHT!, hey, no one gets it right the first time!) .
We all have someone that helped shape us into who we are today, I'm just extremely lucky and honored to have been raised until the age of 14 by one of the most incredible human beings I've ever come across so far..
He taught me, no, showed me, that money isn't everything.... people are..
My first ever blog entry- Dedicated to my father Paul Morris 2/2/52- 20/12/98
In case you're wondering, my mother makes a dramatic entrance and positive impact much later in my life. That's another story.
Very strong and powerful story, this is so inspiring. So blessed and greatful to have some one like you in my life to work with and to share memories that always will last a life time. My brother keep spreading these words of love and wisdom.
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