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Personal responsibility is the main theme of ‘take 9 lives, at least…’ And in this respect, of all the people that have agreed to join us so far – and you are going to meet on this site, Sam is one of our most exceptional…read his story.

Sam's Story

I think it’s pertinent for people to know that I was an engineer in the forces for 25 years. I’m a very pragmatic person and don’t go in for hippy-dippy nonsense. The exercises that you’ll read about in my story actually work and can be explained from a scientific perspective.

I was born in Dartford (south London) – the youngest of three boys in a fairly stereo-typical family of the fifties. Dad went out to work and then came back and played with us kids before dinner – which was great. Mum stayed at home, looked after the kids and didn’t drive.

It was a very patriarchal – almost Victorian – household and I can remember my Mum and Aunty (who was staying with us at the time) used to serve our meals in the ‘right’ order – that was males first in age descending order. This sexist behaviour left me feeling that the socialisation from our generation was very gender-stereo-typical which meant women probably didn’t feel that good about themselves, felt a strong sense of duty – obliged to do this and that and were somehow second class citizens, while men were expected not to show emotion and to just ‘get on with it’. That said, my Mum was soft, kind, looked after everybody and took in local waifs and strays.

In my early days, I remember Dad worked for the Council with older people – which he loved. But then the Council changed everything and Dad couldn’t stand his job. So he left the Council and we moved to Sevenoaks where he bought a newsagents shop. This meant he had to work all hours going to bed every night exhausted – it was just too much and eventually he had his first heart attack. So then we had to move again and Dad was persuaded by a friend to buy a launderette in Eastbourne. Unfortunately everything was wrong about it – it was situated on a council estate where everyone did their own washing and had washing lines – so we moved again, this time to a rented property. My Dad got another job but wasn’t happy.

Both my parents had been married previously and I later found out I had a half-brother (my Dad’s son), who traced us through the Salvation Army. He wanted to get in touch but my Dad felt his first marriage had been a bad time in his life and now he was happy with three lovely boys, he didn’t want to jeopardise it. He wrote back to the Salvation Army and declined contact. It didn’t bother me at the time but and after my father died my brothers talked about following it up but didn’t act on it. Later in life after working with young people, I felt sad for my half-brother in that he never got to know his dad.

At school I wasn’t sporty or particularly good with girls and felt I never fitted in. Moving schools several times didn’t help, and I always felt outside of things, especially when I moved to Eastbourne as a teenager and the others already had friendship groups.

I was quite practical and enjoyed things like technical drawing, metal and wood work etc. I was not at all good at subjects which required creativity. I think to get on at school you had to be good at sport, good with girls or play in a band etc., but this wasn’t me, nor was I competitive. I’m still not competitive with others but I am with myself. Sometimes, I now know, I’ve been too personally competitive!

I’ve come to believe that there’s a lot of game playing in society, which is something I can’t be bothered with. I used to think I didn’t fit in because I was geeky, but now I know it was because I couldn’t be bothered to play social games or compete with others to be accepted.

I left school at 16 and decided I needed to get away from home. We were living in a small house, I was a surly teenager and my dad was now disabled through his heart condition. We were also short of money. In retrospect I think Dad was unhappy and frustrated – maybe feeling that he’d messed things up and how we’d used to live a nice life in a large semi-detached house.

So, stepping into adult-hood

I wanted to join the police so I went to our local police station in Eastbourne and I remember the officer leaning over the counter as I told him my ambition. He asked how old I was and told me “Of course, you can go to police college which would be quite good, but my strong advice to you is to go away and join the forces. Come back in three or four years once you’ve experienced life, you won’t get that sort of experience in college”.

He seemed like a good bloke and this fitted with my desire to move out. I spoke to my parents who assumed I meant the RAF because we had family connections. However, being an arrogant and argumentative 16 year old, I told them I was going to join the Navy. I don’t know why I said that as I didn’t know the first thing about ships and I get sea-sick!

Seven weeks later I joined the Navy with no idea what to expect but with the firm idea that I was going to experience life and then come back to join the police. I went into the Navy as a Junior Seaman Second Class (the lowest of the low) and came out 24 years later as a Senior Chief (in aircraft engineering). Joining the Navy was not a thought through plan, it was a ‘sliding-door’ moment – when you could go either way and make a snap decision that affects the rest of your life.

To get on in the Navy at that time you needed to drink a lot, get tattoos and constantly pursue women – you needed to be a blokey bloke, or at least act like one. I really enjoyed the Navy, but like school, didn’t really fit the mould and hung out with the geeks.   But then I started to notice these guys who seemed to have an air of confidence about them, they commanded respect and seemed to have prestige. I found out they were members of the Fleet Air Arm Field Gun Crew (you can google it).

They needed to go through several months of physical training to take part in the competition and it was fiercely competitive with round after round of eliminations to ensure that only the best formed the final crew. They also looked for the ‘right-sized people’. Eighteen people are on the crew, and the height and size of each person chosen can give the edge to winning – or not; it is extremely detailed in terms of getting everything just right. So when an older guy asked me if I had thought about joining the crew, I just remembered these guys in the bar and – again not knowing what I was getting into, volunteered.

In the beginning I didn’t do well, I’d never been introduced to fitness and training before and after the initial physical training weeks we started using the equipment. It was all very macho but I remember always hurting, aching and being bruised. You were permitted to go back and take part every four years and when called to I’d say “yeah course, see you in four years”, but I was actually thinking “no way am I ever doing this again”! However, it was very prestigious so I just got on with it. Actually, it seems to be part of who I am that I like to finish what I start; I’m a bit anal about this sort of thing.

It was while I was training to join the crew and I’d come home on leave that my Dad had his second heart attack. I resuscitated him before he was taken to hospital where he was put on a life-support machine. The hospital thought it was hopeless and wanted to turn the machine off, but my Mum refused and said she’d rather have him home as a cabbage than not at all. He did regain consciousness and went on to live for another six years, but it wasn’t great. He also had angina and often couldn’t get his breath. He still smoked a lot and couldn’t walk far and, now a very fit young man, I used to get onto him telling him how he should exercise etc., (which of course he couldn’t).

I think I was disappointed he didn’t seem interested in the crew or that I was then training for a marathon. However, when he later died I remember our neighbour saying how my Dad was always talking about what I was doing and how proud he was. Sadly he never told me that himself, but he was quite old fashioned in that ‘men shake hands and don’t show emotion’. Hence I always hug my sons and tell then I love them. I also now know – since I’ve had my own heart condition, how it is to be fit, strong and independent and then have it taken away.

Have I told you about John?

I was on a 3 year Air Engineering course at Gosport to become a Mechanician which meant faster promotion. As part of the course we had to do a ‘voluntary’ public relations exercise and as we had quite a few runners in our class we decided to do a sponsored run between the three Naval Air Stations in Portsmouth, Yeovilton and Weymouth. We raised just over £500, had PR photos, ticked the box and the Navy was happy.

Not having planned what to do with the money we thought of the nearby children’s home and took it up there. This good looking, blond-haired lad aged about 12 years opened the door and when I asked him for whoever was in charge, his answer was “what do you want that c**t for?”. Even though I was in the Navy where foul language was part of life, I had never heard a child swear like that before. I was shocked but found the woman in charge, explained who I was and gave her the money. She asked me what I thought she should do with it and I suggested she buy camping equipment and get the young people outdoors. Anyway, long story short, she was very clever, I was very gullible and the next thing my friend and I are taking four lads to the New Forest for the weekend!

I remember while we were camping I asked John to get some water and he just said “no”. The more I asked the more he refused and by now everyone was gathered round. Eventually I said that if he didn’t do it I’d pack up and take everyone home. He was seething…but peer pressure prevailed and he did it. I realised this was a massive achievement and that the boys responded to clear firm boundaries which my friend and I could offer.

On another occasion we dropped into the home on the way to Southampton shopping and asked if anyone would like to come with us. John said he “might do”. So I asked him “Do you want to come with us or not?” And he grunted “yeah”. I think he was a bit shocked to be spoken to this way then I asked “are you going to get changed?” and he replied “Why, what’s wrong with me?” I didn’t really know what to do with these sorts of kids, but he came along and it was OK. When we got to Southampton, I parked the car and starting to walk out of the car park, I touched his shoulder to steer him out of the middle and he jumped like he’d been burnt. I said to him “you don’t like being touched do you?” but he replied that he ‘didn’t’ mind’. The whole day was like that. “Where do you want to go”, – “don’t mind”, what do you want to eat, “don’t mind”. When I talked to staff they told me he had been sexually and physically abused by his Dad and his step-dad. He would say ‘don’t mind’ because he didn’t want to seem demanding and scare me (someone taking an interest in him) away.

A little while later John, at my request, introduced me to Pauline, a housemother on the girl’s side. We started dating and eventually got married (still are 33 years later!) but it was a difficult time for John who felt people only had a measured amount of love and Pauline was taking mine away from him. However, we got through it and he came to visit us when we were married and moved to Cornwall. Interestingly when I visited the children’s home he would take my car keys so whoever I was spending time with, I always needed to find him before I could leave. I know now it was his way of saying to the other young people, this person is mine. And, actually, meeting John changed my future.

I remember talking to John’s social worker – who was a really good bloke not long out of the RAF. I asked if the way I was dealing with John was right, and he said it was spot on. Tenacity and consistency. Like when John tried to drive me away by spitting at me – trying to see if I was going to hit him – like the other men in his life, but I knew I had to be patient. So, it was after talking to the social worker that I thought I’d like to do his job, and the experience I had with these kids from the home put the thought in my head that when I left the Navy, I was going to be a social worker.

I think maybe I got this perspective off my Mum. She always took in children and cats off the street. As I grew up we had a houseful of kids that my Mum took in to help their parents, but, really, because she felt sorry for the kids and wanted to keep them safe during the day while their parents were at work. My Mum would take in anybody. And so eventually when I came out of the forces I went through the training and I’ve been a social worker for 18 years. I’m still working with challenging kids now and I still enjoy everyday.

Being in the Navy was great when I was single, still OK when I was married, but really difficult once we had children. Going away for six to eight month tours – with only letters (no internet or mobile phones) was hard. Every time I had to say goodbye to my two boys I’d think of leaving the Navy but common sense said stay until I was 40, which is what I did.

The fitness thing

Since I left the Navy I’ve carried on with the fitness thing. I wouldn’t say I’m obsessed – it’s just part of my life like eating and breathing. And although I’m not competitive with other people – I still am with myself. So my sensible head will say one thing when it comes to fitness, but my inner monkey has always said push 100% – even though I’ve now learnt that it might not be the wisest course of action!!

And I had this whole anal retentive thing that if I started something I needed to finish it. I’ll give you an example…I’ve done a lot of long distance back packing and on one occasion my best friend and I were hiking the Two Moors Way (that’s across Dartmoor, mid Devon and Exmoor). I picked up an injury on Day 2 and my mate insisted we go home. But I was so anal about the whole thing I just couldn’t let it go. I returned eight years later with my eldest son to complete what I had started!!

Why I’ve always pushed myself to the limits – I’ve no idea. I always needed to go forwards even though sometimes I knew it was stupid and damaging. These days I hope I’m a lot better in this respect. Once I even went for counselling for this sort of thing. It was to do with one of the young people I was working with. This particular lad went down for attempted murder – and it all happened while I was on holiday. I felt really awful about it – guilty, actually, because he was such a lovely kid – just from a horrible background. And I felt I had totally failed. Everyone was giving me platitudes which bugged me even more and certainly didn’t make me feel any better.

So I went for counselling. And what the counsellor made me realise was that although I was sad about the young person, what was really bugging me was my own failure. I just can’t bare to fail things. It’s that feeling that if I work with this lad, I’m going to finish what I’ve started but in this case, I didn’t get the chance. The counsellor offered to look at my past to see why I can’t fail things and why I have to finish everything I start. I told her that my life of not failing things and finishing what I start has served me well. And in any case I couldn’t be doing with wet people who sit around analysing things and never getting anything done so I walked away from any more sessions. I think she was more interested than I was.

I guess for me it was all about unfinished business – and maybe it comes from my Dad. But even with my own kids when they were growing up and wanted to start something – karate, cubs whatever, I used to say “Yep, fine you can do it but you’ve got to go for three months to give it a good try – whether you like it or not”. And then they could leave after that if they wanted.

A lot of people try this and try that – and whenever you start something new it can be difficult. You always have to meet new people and learn new things. I don’t like people who give up at the first hurdle. When young people first join the forces, of course they’re homesick, but they’re not allowed home for six weeks and they are soon right as rain and loving it.

Take responsibility for your own life and your contribution to others, don’t waste your time chasing after transient nonsense, and now and then turn your mobile off, sit beneath a large tree and taste the air.

And then……

And then just over two years ago – I was 60, and it was while I was in the gym, I felt this massive heart palpitation. So I went to the doctor and had all these tests done and he told me I’ve got Atrial Fibrillation (this means the right atrial of the heart just flops about and doesn’t pump blood. There is a risk of blood clotting in the chamber and increased risk of stroke. The worst thing is the condition makes you very tired (lack of oxygen pumped round), but the drugs you have to take ALSO make you tired! So it’s a double whammy – yay!

Actually, I’d had palpitations before that when I was watching an exciting film on the television. I’d just thought it was the film and didn’t realise I had a problem coming on. All that back-packing with a full ruck-sack at my age, – completely over doing it, not giving in, being macho, giving 100% etc., etc. Now I know it can bring on Atrial Fibrillation. I also now know that being fit, does not mean you are also healthy. Oh, and I also now know what ‘age appropriate’ means!!!!

So, once I’d been diagnosed I started looking into what I could do to help myself. I’ve always been interested in Eastern philosophy – even built a tea-house in my garden and grew Bonsai trees. And years ago, when I was in Portsmouth, I started martial arts – karate etc. I’ve no idea where it came from, but I’ve always been interested in the philosophical and historical side of martial arts and Japanese culture etc.

I started a Tai Chi class near where I live about six or seven years ago, and although that particular class was a bit too ‘airy-fairy-let’s-feel-the-energy-and-hold-hands’ for me, it did lead me to more serious classes where I learnt to practise Tai Chi properly. Even when I practised karate as a young man I knew about Daoism, but it never figured in my thinking. However, since I have become ill I have studied the subject and am slowly assimilating the concepts into my life.

I got into Nei Gong practice (the philosophical art of change) after diagnosis as, although it is primarily about enlightenment and self-improvement it is also very much about health. Damo Mitchel is one of the key writers about Nei Gong and anyone interested can find gallons about him on the internet. I have all (5) of Damo Mitchel’s books, actually, and a small selection of books from ‘Energy Arts’ (Bruce Frantzis). I also have books on Zhan Zhuang (one by Master Lam is now out of print but I found a second-hand copy on the net). I also research websites on Tai Chi, Zhan Zhuang etc., and they often have related articles; some really good, some not so good!

As I said, I practise Nei Gong for my heart. This is not a set of things you have to do; it’s a process one goes through. In short you are seeking to return to the Dao, although in practice you don’t get there!! However, even if you just work on the first steps you gain huge health benefits, both mentally and physically. There are many ways to work on the process and I personally use predominately Tai Chi, and Zhan Zhuang as I find the two arts complement each other really well. However, I also use many other techniques – such as yoga, stretching, sung, longevity breathing and qi gong. And, I try to live a healthy lifestyle according to Daoist principles (I say ‘try’ because I find it’s nice to cheat now and then!).

Also, since diagnosis, I met this acupuncturist (Ben) at a Tai Chi work-shop. I asked Ben if he could do anything for my condition and he said he thought so. Although Ben is a Daoist and trains under Damo Mitchel, it is not so much that he is a Daoist, but rather that he uses Daoist principles in his practice. One of the great things about energy meridians (where acupuncturists stick their needles) is that they can be opened by individuals. One of the ways is through Tai Chi, another is by actually massaging the point you want opened. So, for example, to help with my heart problems I regularly massage my forearms down the ‘heart meridian’ and in particular on the acupuncture points. This allows for a more free flow of energy. (There are several sites which show the meridian points and a good book is ‘Heavenly Streams’ by Damo Mitchel (Singing Dragon).

I’ve been going back to Ben for regular treatment since then. I have acupuncture once a month and it makes me feel better. Last January it made my heart go back into rhythm – it was a tangible, noticeable thing that it clicked in. For me acupuncture does the same as Tai chi – i.e. opening the Meridians to let the energy flow, only it’s more focussed.

Obviously, everyone is different but what I am doing makes perfect sense to me and although my consultant said the condition will get worse with time and my age, for the moment what I am doing seems to be working. The doctor has now been able to cut my medication by 20% which is wonderful for me as I have a sense of empowerment and control in my life again.

Pauline, my wife who is a nurse in the NHS, has always been sceptical of my ‘self-help’. And she is completely flummoxed that my medication has been reduced, saying, that what has happened shouldn’t be happening. Like the consultant, she says my medication should be upped as I get older.

My belief is that… while I am grateful for the drugs that help me, pharmaceutical companies don’t give a toss about me or my health, they are there to make money. I feel that a lot of the NHS is set up to treat my symptoms rather than the cause of my problems. And, I believe that the body’s natural default is to heal itself. So, it seems logical to me that I should do what I can to aid that healing process rather than either ignoring it, or worse still, making it more difficult by an unhealthy lifestyle.

I always think, in general, that if the consultant/doctor says something will get worse as you get older – and that is what you believe, then that is what will happen i.e., it becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy. My view is that I’m not having any of this, and that as my heart is still there and there’s nothing missing – even though it’s not working properly, I can fix it. If I’d had a leg chopped off, well, that’s another matter.

I use all sorts of different practices – some of which might be really surprising to people. If I said to you let’s go for a jog or a bike ride etc, you’d know it was cardio vascular exercise. But if I said let’s just stand still (Zang Zhaung), people in the West would question its benefits. The other evening I stood at the top of a hill near where I live overlooking St Michael’s Mount and watched the sun going down. I stood in my posture for 15 minutes. Yes, there was more to it than just standing and I was doing other things – practising internal techniques, but, actually, just being present in the moment and actually watching the sun gradually sinking, doing my thing, was lovely. So, now, I try and do this every day when I can.

Talking about health I’m also concerned about the negative effects of having a mobile phone stuck to your ear all the time. Many people now talk about electro-magnetic pollution and I believe it’s a real problem. We are made of atoms (energy that fluctuates at a set frequency) – and we are surrounded by devices that produce magnetic fields which have a negative effect on us. In the Netherlands they organise field trips to the forest (away from the city – and without electrical devices), and the people report back that they feel great – and wonder why. Don’t get me going on that one …..!

I also believe in the placebo effect – (in fact, I’ve got a little heart-shaped, rose-coloured stone). I will try anything and, if something’s working, why not. The body has amazing healing properties, and, in any case, we renew ourselves all the time. I think the Chinese, especially, know a lot about this sort of thing.

In the West we knock the idea of mind over matter, but in the East it is seen as a powerful concept. So I am doing my thing – doing all that I can to improve my condition by trying to give my body the best possible conditions to heal itself. If I had a broken bone – if left, it would heal itself. The natural tendency is for the body to try to heal itself. But if you don’t give your body the right conditions – it will just assimilate new problems and they will become your new normal.

As I mentioned earlier, Nei Gong is about the principle of change. It takes in the fact that when we are born as babies we are flexible and pliable. And in the same way a young tree can bend with the wind – while an old tree becomes brittle and snaps easily – so the practices of Nei Gong are about reversing a lot of stuff that happens to us in life. So when I’m in the gym, I don’t do weights and stuff like that anymore, but functional movements and balance which I should be able to do anyway. As I’m getting older I’m getting stiffer, practice keeps me pliable.

Damo Mitchel argues that people think as they get older their joints wear out. But he thinks this is nonsense and that our joints are there to last a lifetime. He thinks that if we looked after our joints they would last a lifetime. He says – rightly or wrongly (although it sits well with me) that, mechanically, we don’t do things properly. His argument is that – from an evolutionary perspective, our joints are not supposed to be load-bearing, they’re supposed to be there to allow us to move, so his exercises are about joining the body up and moving properly. He believes we abuse our joints and need to relearn how to move properly – as animals do.

Many people’s aches and pains are about body misalignment – and how, over the years, they start to walk in a certain way – probably to avoid pain. Then this certain way of walking becomes their new normal and very quickly they assimilate their problems which can create new ones.

It is just so important to allow the body to completely and utterly relax – which certainly during the day, and actually during the night too, rarely ever happens. I’m talking about being positively proactive in relaxing and making the muscles in the body relax – so that they feel as if they’re just falling off the bone. I use a lot of breathing and other relaxation techniques and when I first get up in the morning I also do a lot of moving about to realign my joints – the gateway of the bodies’ energy flow. I also do bending and stretching yoga exercises and when I started off it was awful as I was the proverbial ‘stiff as a board’ but, over the period of time I’ve been doing it – it really does get easier. Anybody can do Nei gong – you don’t need a uniform, you don’t need a hall, you don’t need anything – you just do it.

And as I said before, I feel excited and empowered by what I’m doing to help myself. Not just with my heart condition, but with other annoyances – like I’ve got trouble with sinuses, a stiff shoulder and so on. So, can you undo what’s been done? Well, obviously everyone’s different, of course, but for me, definitely, if you’ve still got the body part – I believe you can make things better – you just need to unblock it and work out how. I know I will die one day but while I’m alive, I don’t want to be uncomfortable.

Most people don’t want to hear about this stuff and get bored when I talk about it so, mostly I just shut up and get on with it. Yes, life can be difficult but you have to do the best you can with yours – at the very least. I know what I am doing regarding my own life works. I used to be an engineer – so, for me, things need to be tangible and have explanations so I know why they work. I look at people who I know are in pain and see the ‘funny’ way they are walking – and just think, maybe you could do something to change that …….

Black and white drawing of a man performing martial arts

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