Few believed I could hack the army.
I wasn’t sure I could beat cancer.
They said I may never recover from the stroke that left me paralysed, and even if I did, I’d need high care all my life.
Some laughed at me when I said I was going to write a book, with my poor writing and spelling skills.
I was told my fingers were too fat to play guitar.
This blog is to say in the politest way…..
BIG HAIRY BALLS!!!!!!
IF YOU WANT IT, AND YOU’RE PERSISTENT. GO AND PROVE ‘EM WRONG!!!
I’m still crap, but I’m still trying. So, never NEVER give up and, if you have a dream, keep kicking till you get results!
Not great, but listen here!