During my late teens growing -up in Zimbabwe – my French teacher, who was famous in our school for losing a finger to frost bite climbing Mont Blanc – said to my mother at a school “open house” – “ your son won’t even make it as a butcher” !
In the pecking-order of jobs in those days – being a butcher was about as low on the totem pole as you could go – and I wasn’t even going to qualify for that!
I never liked Wally, but in truth he had good reason for saying what he did . I had just failed all my subjects – including English! Yikes – how low can you go! So Wally was probably right, although I resented him saying what he did and was quite pleased he had lost his pinky climbing Mont Blanc !
In a way – I suppose I should be grateful to Wally – he told the truth. I was heading on a downhill road. Struggling to find an identity for myself I was trying to copy my very popular older brother Rory. I did this by trying to attract attention and popularity by playing the role of the amusing rebel looking to stir up as much trouble in class as possible. Problem was my “friends” – were not laughing with me – but at me !
Fast forward a few years and my life changed for the better. I went onto be reasonably successful both in business & hopefully as a family man
So what changed?
First of all I was “taken-out” out of the private school I was in