So to give you a briefing about how the story unfolds upto htis point I will fill you in, so buckle up you cyber geeks (kidding), hold onto your mice and read on....
It all began on a fresh morning of March 29th 1985, in a hospital not too far from most of you... Okay a long way from anywhere a small boy, perhaps forgiven for being thought a girl, or actually requested to be a girl.. but definitely a boy was brought into the world. Once clarified, he was named Timothy as in Timothy.. but only spelt Tim... NOT.. Timothy... This boy spent his childhood years growing up in a low socioeconomic household for which latter in life am much appreciative for. Life was simple as a child, I had a favorite doll... Yes a doll... a barbie doll and she was naked... I was three years old... I was also at that point scared of the Gobble Docks... Who still haunts my dreams... Google him, you will know who I am talking about and you may very well be scared of him too... As a child, this boy moved a lot... First away from Family, then away from debt, and then... and then.. and then away from friends... I guess you could say we were like gypsies. Only my mum didn't want to think like that... We were middle class, poor folk in her eyes. Toe-mato, tumato right!!...
This boy was good at sport, running, rugby and yeah... okay maybe that was about it.. Therefore he played a lot of sport, and wasn't the most academic in his class. Here and there would receive the odd ribbon for coming a place in an athletic event but rarely get an academic achievement. You know the type... That was me... I use to be mildly teased about being poor, about having freckles and whatever else middle class kids can think of to demoralize another child... Although attending public education my entire life, there were always the same kinds of kids that thought they were better because of the car they drove, the clothes they wore and the house they lived in. Where are those kids now right!! Probably successful, pretentious and superficial. But I don't blame them, because this is a world of dog-eat-dog and you wont get ahead in life letting other people walk all over you... So I guess teach the young infidels the true meaning to life early and they too will carry on the family legacy. Please don't really take that as advice, I am just demonstrating my freedom of speech like a true cyber writer with no fear of the confrontational face to face conflict you would get speaking your mind in person or public. It really does make us all quiet pathetic doesn't it. That we can't have a healthy disagreement in fear of people offending people.
Okay so I am off the track... whooo sally... back to the story... So I was saying about the growth period, and what a time that was. It was fast, furious and over in a flash... One minute I was 16 years old, drinking illegally with friends at house parties then I was getting my first speeding ticket to waking up one morning and still thinking I am 16 years old 8 years later. Where did that go??
For most of my adult life I have been traveling. I started when I turned 18y.o and that was when I put on the travel boots. Gained the itch and it wasn't tinier, although... Okay that is just gross, I tried to settle back in the 'normal' life after the first trip, but that didn't happen. I nearly had a breakdown in 2005 after the pressures of my work, private life and well, all the things you think are not happening right in your life, and everything happens to you yada yada yada... Selfish, immature and blinded... Well... I like to think things have changed, but only time will tell... My travels have taken me across the globe to some of the most spectacular places there is to see. I have circles the globe 3 times and have been to 40 countries over 160 cities and have n regrets with my presumed procrastination. I have learned a lot, and the world is my living, breathing university. It's what I like to refer to as the University of life. But as I am finding now, it doesn't help when you use it for work... It actually makes it harder and harder to get work.
At what point in your life do you say enough is enough... Settle down and grow up...? When do you begin to tell yourself you have traveled too much...? I thought there was never such a thing. But as I am finding more increasingly, the difficulty in securing a decent job. Maybe I appear flakey, under-qualified at everything, over qualified in anything... But what I do know, is that I am ready to take on my future, elude myself from the grasp of stereotype generation Y and become a part of society. I also seen myself as reliable, honest and hardworking. But When that doesn't cut the cheese so to speak... It's time to turn up the volume, put down the backpack and focus on something more substantial. As a wise man once told me, 'there is time to play and then there is time to play after you have finished your dinner...' The metaphor to this story has rung true to me only in the most recent of time, after all my failures, mistakes and screw-ups. I am one who makes mistakes in order to learn from them. But as the past few years have spelt out clearly, I have still got a long way to go before I can say I have learnt from my mistakes.
Failed relationships, failed friendships and not to mention the mess left behind that has effected close friends and family. I feel like.. looking back, I was like a human tornado on a path of destruction, lies and deceit. There is nothing admirable about holding in your feelings, thoughts and secrets if they ultimately hurt other people.
Getting back to my travels... As you will read on will my most recent documented experiences, I have had a new exposure to travel life, a new beginning and a positive outlook on life. In the past 11 months, I have broken free from what I assumed being on a downward spiral to finally coming upward in the jet-stream to being a fresh look and hopefully make some positive differences in my life, and others around me.
In the most recent journey I met some amazing, inspiring people who have lead me to feel more comfortable with me being me. I have learnt a lot about myself, and its time to stop making everything about me and start realizing there is more to life then self absorption. In the most recent year I have had a number of family members diagnosed with cancer, past relatives pass on from cancer and close friends having been affected by the outcomes of this tragic disease. Cancer as everyone knows, comes in all shapes, sizes and is caused by so many things. My family and extended family, personally have faces bow cancer, bladder cancer, lung cancer, and prostate cancer. This has made me think about my position in this world, how or when could this happen to me. It seems to be more common these days and there is an increase of younger people contracting cancer throughout the world, previously perceived an elderly disease.
This will never happen to me, I am healthy, active and I don't smoke or do drugs not to say I haven't but I don't practice it anymore. Neither did millions of cancer patients, it seems to have just been something chemically inbalanced, hereditary or freakish. But it is that unknown that I am millions of other people want to know. Why, how and how do we stop it... Therefore I am on a quest to raise money for cancer. Like millions of other people have done in the past. But I am just like millions of people out there that have been effected directly or indirectly by cancer who do want to see an answer.
I am challenging my personal sanity, endurance, courage and dedication to take a bike and ride from Vancouver to Halifax in Canada in the Summer of 2011. I am wanting to build a support network of business, associates, private fundraisers and anyone who wants to be a part of this project. This is something that affects everyone, therefore everyone is welcome to take part in some way too... Follow this blog, read my road to a cure and find out for yourself that you too can be a part of changing someone's life for the positive.
In the great words of Oskar Schindler ' Who ever saves one life, save the world entire'.
I feel that you if you make a positive change in one persons life you could change their world. Our perceptions on life are all individual, I see life differently to how the guy next to me sipping the mochachoca latte sees the world. Therefore If I change one persons life, haven't I in-turn changed the world?
Keep reading on, and help follow my cause...
Till next time...
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