My story begins with me being a little toe rag. From the age of about 7 I have always been up to mischief. I was always out fighting, causing trouble, up to no good. My family used to tell me your no good, you’re a pain in the arse and you will never change.
I am 18/19 now and still up to no good. My elders would say “you will never change, your just a pain.” I think their words used to influence me, as for years ive acted insane.
I met up with a group called Fairbridge, which delt with us trouble makers , they occupied my time with trips and activities, camping, biking, going to the gym. All the stuff a young lad should do. They saw something in me, the others couldn’t, they filled me with compliments and treated me as one of their own. “I can’t see where you get this bad reputation from, you are never a problem when you’re here with us.”
They put me in touch with the Princes Trust. My family thought they were mad for having so much trust. I loved doing activities and helping people out. They offered me voluntary work to help people less fortunate. They took me to Romania and the shock sunk in. The poverty, the way of living, how different they were. I felt like a spoilt brat for how good we have it back here.
The locals all loved us for the work we done, a derelict school was the task to be done. Plastering, painting as you will see. We had out own fan club- the kids from that area. Everyday they would crowd round the windows. Their smiles, their excitement as they saw our work done. The locals paid us with loads of compliments. For once I felt proud and I had proven my family wrong.
I wasn’t a toe rag, I had done something good. It just goes to show how quick people are to judge.