Today everybody knows me as a biggest lier in town, not only in town but across the world. I have lost a lot in business, more than many people could have thought, a man who was blessed with money from his father’s and mother’s hard work, but lost all of them in few years, all because of miss management, experience, and over confidence. When lots of money are roaming in front of your eyes your mouth speaks loud, that always happens.When all was finished I had to lie a lot to keep my business running, its completely wrong on what I am doing but no other choice. When I woke up, its already late. It took a lots of guts and heart to stand up again and say to my self, “ONE MORE ROUND. AS A BOXER ALWAYS WANTS IN THE RING, I HEAR NO BELL GIVE ME ONE MORE ROUND” and that is how I stood up again, and would like to share this experience with all of you.Today with nearly 2.8 million usd in debt I am still running my business with the hope that one day I could over come all these debt. I nearly decided to jump from building where I lived, but then on the other hand I thought, it was me who made all these mess, and if I give up my life what about the others left behind , how will they go on, I will never be able to die in peace and they would go through hell. So I got up again, put myself together, sat down looked in every details and made up my mind that I will fight this battle myself, and if my heart is clean I will win this battle.I was so scared, going to police stations, court, going through threatening phone calls, I nearly collapsed, could not eat, could not sleep, I thought about God, I never thought about him during my good days, as they always say better late than never.Today whatever I am doing I think it is like an open university of life, where I am doing my PHD. I hate accounting, I hate maths, I never took interest in studies, and I was always dreaming of becoming big. I always say to myself that one day I would be on the cover page of Times Magaznie. That dream is far aways from being true, what I have in front of me is a challenge for me. But in one conner I know that I will be able to do it.I am writing a book on this “BUSINESS LIES FOR SURVIVAL”There are lots of things that I would love to share with people that are going through all these problems like me.My motto of lifeNEVER GIVE UP, AS WE ALL ARE BORN ONLY ONCE.
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Shoe Repairs And Several Other Things When I Was 7
Shoe Repairs And Several Other Things When I Was 7
My Dad repaired most of our shoes believe it or not, I can hardly believe it myself now. With 7 pairs of shoes always needing repairs I think he was quite clever to learn how to “Keep us in shoe Leather” to coin a phrase!
He bought several different sizes of cast iron cobbler’s “lasts”. Last, the old English “Laest” meaning footprint. Lasts were holding devices shaped like a human foot. I have no idea where he would have bought the shoe leather. Only that it was a beautiful creamy, shiny colour and the smell was lovely.
But I do remember our shoes turned upside down on and fitted into these lasts, my Dad cutting the leather around the shape of the shoe, and then hammering nails, into the leather shape. Sometimes we’d feel one or 2 of those nails poking through the insides of our shoes, but our dad always fixed it.
Hiking and Swimming Galas
Dad was a very outdoorsy type, unlike my mother, who was probably too busy indoors. She also enjoyed the peace and quiet when he took us off for the day!
Anyway, he often took us hiking in the mountains where we’d have a picnic of sandwiches and flasks of tea. And more often than not we went by steam train.
We loved poking our heads out of the window until our eyes hurt like mad from a blast of soot blowing back from the engine. But sore, bloodshot eyes never dampened our enthusiasm.
Dad was an avid swimmer and water polo player, and he used to take us to swimming galas, as they were called back then. He often took part in these galas. And again we always travelled by steam train.
Rowing Over To Ireland’s Eye
That’s what we did back then, we had to go by rowboat, the only way to get to Ireland’s eye, which is 15 minutes from mainland Howth. From there we could see Malahide, Lambay Island and Howth Head of course. These days you can take a Round Trip Cruise on a small cruise ship!
But we thoroughly enjoyed rowing and once there we couldn’t wait to climb the rocks, and have a swim. We picnicked and watched the friendly seals doing their thing and showing off.
Not to mention all kinds of birdlife including the Puffin.The Martello Tower was also interesting but a bit dangerous to attempt entering. I’m getting lost in the past as I write, and have to drag myself back to the present.
Fun Outings with The camera Club
Dad was also a very keen amateur photographer, and was a member of a camera Club. There were many Sunday photography outings and along with us came other kids of the members of the club.
And we always had great fun while the adults busied themselves taking photos of everything and anything, it seemed to us. Dad was so serious about his photography that he set up a dark room where he developed and printed his photographs.
All black and white at the time. He and his camera club entered many of their favourites in exhibitions throughout Europe. I’m quite proud to say that many cups and medals were won by Dad. They have been shared amongst all his grandchildren which I find quite special.
He liked taking portraits of us kids too, mostly when we were in a state of untidiness, usually during play. Dad always preferred the natural look of messy hair and clothes in the photos of his children.