The Story of My Life
BeginningsI was born in the city of Bristol, England, in 1950, the only son of a merchant seaman (who came ashore and became a builder and decorator when I arrived) and a nurse. I enjoyed a happy childhood, loved and well cared for, but given firm discipline by my parents. At the completion of my primary school education in 1961 I passed the 'eleven plus' examination which gave me a free place at Bristol Grammar School, founded in 1532, one of the leading independent schools of the city. |
CrisisDuring the exceptionally cold and long winter of 1962/3 my father's health deteriorated and he took time off work. One day during the Easter 1963 school holidays, a short while after my father had gone out for a walk, a neighbour came to the door to summon my mother. A few minutes later she returned to tell me that my father had collapsed at the end of the street and was dead. It was subsequently determined that he had suffered a myocardial infarction. During the next few months my emotions ranged through shock, despair that I should never see my father again, resentment that this tragedy should have happened to me, and insecurity, fearing that if one parent could die suddenly, so could the other (my mother was then aged 53). |
Life ChangeIn the autumn of 1963 a school friend asked me if I would try out a Christian youth group that he belonged to. The group was for boys aged 8 to 18 and was part of Crusaders, now known as Urban Saints. Although my mother had been a member of the Church of England in her youth, my father had had no belief in God and there had been no religious dimension to our family life. I had been taught Bible stories in school and I had unquestioningly accepted the existence of God. Indeed in my childish way I held God accountable for my father's death and had pleaded with him to bring my dad back to life. But in Crusaders I found something far removed from academic Sunday School instruction or meaningless religious rites. I discovered through what I was taught and by observing the lives of the adult leaders and some of the other boys in the group that it was possible to know God personally through Jesus Christ. I realised that God wanted to give me back more than what I had lost through the death of my father. He was offering me:
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So I became a Christian: not through any rite or ceremony, not through attending church services, but simply by
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SuccessHaving taken my 'O' level examinations after four years at grammar school and then 'A' levels after a further two years, I completed my secondary education soon after my seventeenth birthday. I had been accepted by the South Western Electricity Board (SWEB, the electricity distribution activities of which later became Western Power Distribution) as a student electrical engineer, and my training involved studying for a BSc degree in Electrical and Electronic Engineering at the University of Bath. Following a brief time as a supernumerary engineer after finishing the five-year training programme, I obtained a post in SWEB's Engineering Computer Team. I held a number of posts in this team (and its successors following various reorganisations), until by 1989 I had attained the position of Client Liaison Consultant. I was comfortably well-off, I could afford a new car every few years and I had paid off my house mortgage. |
End of a ChapterIn 1989 the British government finalised its plan to privatise the electricity supply industry, which had been in public ownership since 1948. One of the reasons I had joined SWEB was that I wanted to work in a service industry; I did not relish the change of culture that I foresaw would take place once the interests of shareholders had to be satisfied. I decided that I would adhere to this principle and leave SWEB before privatisation took place. At the end of September 1989 I resigned, with no other job to go to and no knowledge of what to do in the next chapter of my life. A foolish decision? I thought not, believing that God had a plan for my life and would disclose to me at an appropriate time what steps to take next. |
A Complete Change of DirectionAt first I enjoyed the unfamiliar sensation of not having to go to work each day, but as time went on I began to consider seriously where my life was heading. A good friend reminded me of something that had happened several years ago and a promise I had made at the time. In the 1980s I was in the habit of conducting an annual review of my life during the period between Christmas and New Year. As I was doing this one year, recalling the film The Killing Fields triggered a tremendously strong and emotional concern for the people of Cambodia. The Killing Fields had reminded me of Cambodia's recent history:
I felt that I had to do something to contribute to the reconstruction of the nation and the healing of its people. Not only did I want to help Cambodians rebuild their country and their lives after passing through such terrible suffering, but having found in Jesus Christ healing from my own personal tragedy and far more besides, I wanted to share this good news with them too. I went so far as to promise to God that I was wiling to go to Cambodia if he wanted me to. |
My friend's prompting caused me to take this commitment seriously, even though I had never left my home city for more than a month at a stretch and I had only been out of the United Kingdom a handful of times. I began to explore ways in which I might gain entry to a country which at that time was almost completely closed to westerners. My first serious attempt met with a frustrating, endless wait for a visa. But this frustration led me to volunteer to help Southeast Asian Outreach (SAO, now Cambodia Action), a Christian mission and development organisation, at its headquarters in Britain. SAO was preparing to embark on two development projects in Cambodia and I was subsequently appointed as Administrator. This time my visa was granted in a few days. So it was that on 15 July 1991 I walked out of my house in Bristol and set off for Phnom Penh, the capital of Cambodia. I was to be the first SAO team member to enter the country and I was to be alone for two months. I knew just one expatriate family there through a few letters and a brief meeting in England the previous year. I understood hardly anything of the Khmer language and I had received no formal orientation. A foolish act? I thought not, believing that God had led me down this path, would supply all my needs and would overcome my weakness with his power. |
Welcome to CambodiaWhat did I encounter? On one hand:
On the other hand:
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Loss or Gain?My period of residence and working in Cambodia was the most demanding, stretching and fulfilling time of my life so far.
At the end of 1995 I returned to the United Kingdom, believing that it was important to care for my mother, by then suffering from Alzheimer's disease. I served as administrator for my church, the Fellowship of the King, Bristol, for two years, provided my former employer, SWEB, and its successor, Western Power Distribution, with two periods of consultancy, and then retired in 2001. |
No Family—New FamilyMy mother died in 1999. I have no brothers and sisters and I have never married. My lack of family commitments made it simpler to give up my job with SWEB and relocate to Cambodia than would have been the case if I had had to consider the implications for my wife and children. But it has not always been easy to live an independent, solitary life. God knew all about that and he provided me with a new family. In 1992 I was befriended by a Ouk Vuthy, Cambodian man who had no known living relatives. He had been six years old when he and his family were forced to leave Phnom Penh in 1975 to begin their new life as peasant farmers in Pol Pot's 'Year Zero'. Some months later his family were selected for execution by the Khmer Rouge. He was hit on the back of the neck with a hoe by a teenage soldier, but this blow did not kill him. The execution of his family was postponed, but in despair they decided to commit suicide by taking poison. Vuthy refused and ran away, but returned to find all his immediate family dead. All known members of his extended family died soon afterwards and he was alone in the world. When I met him he was 23 years old, but he was still trying to complete his secondary education—prolonged by his need to interrupt his schooling to earn money to support himself, and by the chaos that followed the ousting of Pol Pot in 1979. |
Vuthy subsequently became a Christian, 'adopted' me as his father and changed his name to Vuthy Myers. In 1997 he married and after a spell of living in his wife's home village Vuthy brought his wife and young son to Phnom Penh. From 2001 I began to spend periods of up to two months in their home and began to get used to being called not only 'daddy' but also 'grandfather'. By 2003 another child had arrived and my Cambodian family were adamant that they wanted to care for me in my old age. I was now spending two months in Cambodia alternating with two months in the UK. In 2006 everything fell apart. Vuthy's wife and children left him. It was no longer possible for me to visit Cambodia for several weeks at a time and the likelihood of the family being reunited and once again welcoming me into their home seemed (and still seems) remote. Maintaining the Cambodian ConnectionMy involvement in Cambodia continues through Cambodian Communities out of Crisis. I visit Phnom Penh two or three times a year for short periods and try to maintain contact with the two halves of my divided family. |
What Kind of Fool...... abandons a secure, well paid job with no idea of what to do with the rest of his life? ... after living comfortably in one British city for 40 years, relocates to Phnom Penh, Cambodia, to take on an unsalaried assignment? ... believes the late Jim Elliot's observation that he is no fool who gives what he cannot keep to gain what he cannot lose? Jim ElliotJim Elliot was one of a team of five American missionaries trying to make contact with the Huaorani people of Ecuador in 1955/6. The team identified a tribe of Huaorani and managed to land their plane on a sand bar in the Curaray River near where the tribe was living. Jim and his four colleagues were killed by members of the tribe. These events are portrayed in the film End of the Spear. Jim had kept a journal in which he recorded the memorable observation that he is no fool who gives what he cannot keep to gain what he cannot lose. He was echoing the words of Jesus, who said, "Whoever wants to save his life will lose it, but whoever loses his life for me will save it." |
Giving and GainingGiving up things that are transitory or ultimately worthless in exchange for something of eternal and inestimable value sounds like a good deal to me. As a result of giving up my job and spending four and a half years in Cambodia I may have lost out financially, but I somehow seem to be comfortably well off nevertheless. I never got back on to the career track that I stepped off in 1989, but I have continued to enjoy a fulfilling life after completing my Cambodian assignment in 1995. From the time that I chose to follow Jesus Christ until now, I have proved this principle of losing in order to gain.
Now I may have lost the joy of spending extended periods with my Cambodian family, but somehow the shorter visits seem all the more precious. I may be a fool in the eyes of some, but I believe that in giving what I could not keep I have gained what I cannot lose. |