Physically and Developmentally disabled, trying to find a place in the world with differing ideas about what I should be doing and how people should be helping me as my own folks tried wrapping me in cotton wool and my Headmaster amongst others unwrapping it, having me do everything every other boy did.
He got me wobbling on a football pitch making me learn about trying to keep up, learning to pick myself up from falling down, try play on to learn resilience, finding the strength to continue.
I found guts I never knew I had, made a place in the boy world based on guts and integrity and he took a wobbly soft boy and made real boy out me.
He got help for me learning when it hard in an era of little support and with it I came on and learned to speak French.
He saw my cheeky side, often friendly but prone to crossing the line seeing to it I was spanked like every other boy to ensure I never felt I was untouchable and indeed I was never unspankable which was the right thing to do.
The man took the boy in grey shorts, wobbling and did the right thing by him.
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