This is a piece of information for anyone looking on the internet for a cure for paralysis. It is about my years of learning and hard work to achieve my goal to regain my physical normality - one that has taken me far beyond, to a state of awareness, understanding and happiness.
It is about my journey since January 2006 when I went for an initial consultation with Hratch Ogali at The Mind Clinic. I was drawn by an internet article written by Laurance Johnston, who has documented available treatments for Spinal Cord Injury.
It outlines my “alternative treatment” which shows what can be done when willpower is applied. It doesn't mention invasive surgery or injected cells or even expensive and strong pharmaceutical drugs. Instead it documents some of the thousands of my hours of mental and physical work.
This road to recovery is not for the faint-hearted and lazy. Gloriously, there is no risk - save that you may realise that you haven't the grit to see it through. The only possible loss will be time and the money for the sessions - for which you have to raise funds, as the NHS are not interested currently in looking at what is happening. Though at the end, you will consider this commitment well worthwhile.
My name is Guy Harris. Most call me Guido. I am a normal 32 year old male. No better or worse than anyone else. Anything anyone else can do, I can. And anything I can do, anyone else can do also.
I am not religious. Though I believe in many things beyond us. I have had the privilege of a good education and have a 2:1 (Combined Honours) degree from University of Birmingham in History of Art & English (I know, I know, a dinner-table-talk degree!) and A-levels in English, French & History of Art (3 B's).
My working life has been interesting and varied: I have worked in the Antiques trade - buying old kit privately from all around the UK; I have driven articulated lorries for supermarkets and industrial companies; I spent two and half years as a central London estate agent; and run my own property development company in Sheffield.
I have travelled and holidayed - including Australia, Vietnam, Burma, Nepal, India, Thailand, Europe, and the United States.
I have lived in London, Leeds, Sheffield, Hampshire, Peak District and a brief stint in Malta. Been a town boy and a country lad.
I've had six years as a soldier in the Territorial Army - three of them at the University of Birmingham Officer Training Corps and three of them in London with the Honourable Artillery Company.
I was born in late April which makes me Taurus - most of what people say about Taurus I agree with. Someone worked out my rising sign, which is Leo.
I love hill walking, sailing, the great outdoors, sea, mountains, property, some opera & ballet, cooking and enjoying the social and tasty delights of food, beauty (real not superficial), creativity, dogs and cats, cows and horses, being social.
I want the freedom that captivates me when I watch a bird flying. Flying like a bird myself makes up my favourite recurring dream.
I don't like being told what I can and cannot do unless there is reason behind it that I can believe in.
I was knocked over by a lorry while I was crossing a road in Sheffield - I was writing a text on my mobile phone and I looked the wrong way before stepping out. Fortunately the driver of the lorry that hit me was within the 30mph limit so I'm still around to tell the story. I am sorry that he had to have such a thing happen to him.
It was one of my good fortunes, in the greater unlucky scheme of my accident, that one of the country's 12 Spinal Injury Units was 5 minutes down the road and they keep a bed for just such incidents. So I went straight in. And my god, what extraordinary and professional nursing care I received there, mixed with such good humour and a tireless work ethic based around us, the inmates.
I went in with some sensation and movement in both legs and over the next 3 days had terrible spasms which moved higher and higher until I had lost all movement and sensation in the legs. The doctors' hope was that as the swelling in the spinal cord, caused by the impact, went down over the next six weeks, so my motor and sensory function would return. The weeks passed, increasing quickly, as I realised nothing was improving. By the time I was released, I was diagnosed with an L1 Complete injury.
I've included some photos. Maybe these will help build a picture of who I am, my sense of life and fun, and direction.
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