April 29 2012 dawned, the day that could end my life or give me a fresh start. The day I was to have open heart surgery, I wasn’t afraid, in my mind I either woke up or I didn’t, not a damned thing I could do about it. Thankfully in my hospital a French surgeon specialised in the procedure I was to have. I smiled said goodbye to my family that had arrived at my bedside at 7 am to see me go down to theatre. Some 12 hours later much to the delight of a much worried team of medics I opened my eyes, this was the turning point of my life, I thought, well God you brought me through this trauma, now I have to live life as you would wish. This I believe was the point of my life when everything changed, when my life began again.