An idea whose time has come.

Have you ever heard someone say something, that just instantly and absolutely resonated with you? So much so, that you immediately start to teach your children that saying because its just so damn good?

One of those for me came from an unlikely source – Batman (the Nolan trilogy). When Bruce Wayne the child falls down an abandoned well exploring, he is eventually saved by his DAD (way to go Dads!) who is not angry with him (like mine would have been, beating for me having wasted his time in coming to get me – {amhik}) but rather comforting him, smiling, consoling, and then leaving him with a line so filled with wisdom that it hit a home run into my subconscious.

“Why do we fall down Bruce?”

“I dunno”

“So that we can learn how to get back up again.”


Goosebumps. That was five years ago. I was just watching a video by way of a complete segway, when the woman said (as a champion in her sport), that maybe her winning all the time was not in the best interests of everybody, but perhaps that losing was important too – to not just help herself, but others too.

Bang. My beautiful subconscious reminded me of Pa Wayne’s wisdom and I realised that the line I teach my children as a comfort when they fall (which has blessed and encouraged them enough to get them back on the horse immediately), is also for me.

Why has my family fallen apart? So that I can learn how to make a better one.



Houston 2001

Back when I was around 19 years old, I was deathly afraid of children. So afraid, that I once refused to get out of the vehicle to go and do a gospel presentation to kids at a kids camp when I was extremely involved in church. To put that in context, just the year earlier I had been in charge of quelling riots at the age of 18 in charge of 50 men in small open army vehicles with zero protection outside of our rifles and smarts. There was only canvas on the army truck as protection against petrol bombs, machetes and bricks. As the commander (lieutenant) I quelled several riots I came across with 100% success.

Going back to the gospel presentation thing, it took 2 girls praying with me for 45 minutes to get me out of the vehicle. I trusted females more than males at that stage. Shaking, I finally gathered my guts, walked inside and sat with the kids and was absolutely surrounded by them. I was so afraid they were going to expose me for being a fraud. I was afraid they would see inside me, and see that I really wasn’t this brave crazy dude. So whats the first thing a kid said out very aloud when there was pure silence in prayer? “Oh man – you stink!”

Turns out I was sweating like a pig out of fear. Everyone stopped from their prayer to look at me and I absolutely froze with a burning red face. The rest of the experience is blacked out in my mind and I think thats due to the trauma of it all. It did, however, spur me to face my deepest fears and walk that journey.

Nine years later in 2001, I lived with a Mormon family with 4 boys in the USA. I was their “older brother” for my time there. I learned many things, and am still in contact with them today. The dark haired boy is now married, and both boys are incredibly good looking, well muscled and talented smart individuals. Meeting up again in 2017 was incredible and I’m grateful for the experience.

Here we are in 2001. The mud is from an enormous mud pit I discovered with the boys while peddling in the forests. Love these boys men.