Simon Morrell had the world at his feet. A successful business, beautiful family and a future. Then fear returned only this time it could only be held at bay by heavy drink.

A True Story by Simon Morrell.

Before I was three years old I had been lost in the woods and in a separate incident fallen down a drain where I remained for quite some time before being found and rescued by neighbouring housewives searching for me.

When I was five I was spat at, name called and beaten by a fellow, vicious classmate.

By the time I was six I became very drunk on a family holiday abroad, spending the next day badly hung-over.

At the age of 15 an attempted stabbing on me took place by a terrifying youth and at sixteen I suffered a severe beating at the hands of several locals for wearing the wrong coloured coat.

The mayhem, drinking and attracting violence stayed with me for most of my years before I fell to a condition known as agoraphobia.

I binned all four afflictions when I found Martial Arts and beautiful love in the form of my wife and three children.

Then as I entered my thirties, those afflictions (minus the agoraphobia) returned. Violent men led me to heavy drink which bought back the mayhem. I answered to men with guns for my Father's sins and later on these same sins bought the IRA into my life. "Pay your Da's debts or we hurt your children then kidnap you". They validated these threats by providing me with personal information that could only be obtained by someone who had watched me for some time. "About two months we have been following you for," the amiable Irish chap told me. "That's a good school your children go to," he continued before naming school, class and my baby's names.

I paid my Father's debts and conflicts were resolved but the damage had been done. Added to by vile threats to me from my Dad himself I fell...big time.

Martial Arts and my healthy passion for the fighting world disappeared and my family almost followed until I found myself lying in a hospital bed, full of drink and on the brink of a disastrous adventure from which I may not have recovered.

"I thought you were going to die in hospital" a very tearful Julie told me afterwards, later on, much later on after I recovered.

'Not again' I thought to myself 'Not again.''

No more would I let mayhem take from me what was mine. It was time to climb out of the drain....and so I did.

I have been called a failure...I am seen as a Father,
I have been called a spaz...I have been successful,
I have lost and I have won,
I have been hated and I have been hugged but perhaps most importantly I have been called a waster and yet I have been named a Warrior.

Taken from the books "An Everyday Warrior" and the forthcoming "Dodging Bullets" by Simon Morrell 6th Dan Black Belt Mushin Kai.

You can visit Simon and read more from him here


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