Bear Grylls Quote

When I woke up a man in a green beret with a big feather poking out of it was leaning over me. , I thought.I blinked again but he didn’t go away.Then this immaculate, clipped British accent addressed me.How are you feeling, soldier?It was the colonel in charge of British Military Advisory Team (BMAT) in southern Africa. He was here to check on my progress. We’ll be flying you back to the UK soon, he said, smiling. Hang on in there, trooper.The colonel was exceptionally kind, and I have never forgotten that. He went beyond the call of duty to look out for me and get me repatriated as soon as possible--after all, we were in a country not known for its hospital niceties.The flight to the UK was a bit of a blur, spent sprawled across three seats in the back of a plane. I had been stretchered across the tarmac in the heat of the African sun, feeling desperate and alone.I couldn’t stop crying whenever no one was looking. And then I zonked out.An ambulance met me at Heathrow, and eventually, at my parents’ insistence, I was driven home. I had nowhere else to go. Both my mum and dad looked exhausted from worry; and on top of my physical pain I also felt gut-wrenchingly guilty for causing such grief to them. None of this was in the game plan for my life.I had been hit hard, broadside and from left field, in a way I could never have imagined.Things like this just didn’t happen to me. I was always the lucky kid.But rogue balls from left field can often be the making of us.