We have a huge task ahead of us! My goal is to buy approximately 130 million wheelchairs. This can only happen if thousands of people join in and become active supporters, donating and raising funds.

The basic framework is in place. The foundations are laid. What I now need from you, is for you to show your commitment by making a donation and spreading the word.

As an individual I cannot accomplish this task but with YOUR help I can do it! 

Many thanks for your interest. 

HOW I LOST MY LEGS   In 1972 I was the Paster of a small non-denominational Church in Hemel Hempstead and leader of a youth movement called JESUS LIBERATION FRONT. The movement had spread rapidly throughout the country and when the unique cross-carrying evangelist Arthur Blessit (www.blessitt.com) came to Ireland, six weeks later he left about 3000 young people that had become Christians. This was a real move forward for the peace movement and I went to Belfast to see if we could, as an organisation, help the process of bringing Protestants and Catholics together. The first visit went well and after a day we had organised a rally for the Saturday and placed an advert in the paper. The Rally was a success and 300 turned up! I was to come back the following week to speak to a group of church leaders from all denominations to discuss with strategy with them.

However, the day before, we heard that the Air Controllers at Heathrow had gone on strike and all planes were stopped. After hours of phoning around we found one plane still flying. We booked the last two tickets available. The next morning I rose early and one of our members drove myself and my companion Breda to Watford Station. We were half an hour early, it was 5.30am.

While waiting I nodded off to sleep and Breda woke me at 6am. We walked to the platform and saw the train leaving! I suppose I reacted foolishly and ran for the train; it was the old type with door handles. As I reflect back, I know there was no rational thought at that moment. The result was that I slipped and fell under the wheels of the last carriage. As I went down I remember thinking, "Oh God! What have I done?". It was too late. The last carriage rumbled over me, slicing my left leg and smashing my right leg below the knee. I lost blood at an enormous rate. As the blood was being pumped onto the tracks I was calling out "Jesus - Jesus - Jesus". Two railway staff quickly jumped onto the track and one tourniqued the right leg while the other just held what was left of the left one till the Ambulance came a few minutes later. Had I been further from the Hospital I would surely have died there and then.

In the ambulance I blacked out as the Paramedics administered a gas to alleviate the pain. I thought I was dying and committed my spirit to God. A few moments later I woke in the Emergency Room and the pain returned. Five hours later I was in the Intensive Care Unit after surgery. My life hang by a thread for a week. After that I was in the General ward and back home in two months. A year later I had mastered the art of using Prosthesis (artificial legs) and for many years used them to live an independent life and continue to work as a Pastor. Now I have vertigo resulting from an inner ear infection so use the wheelchair to get around but am still very active and independent.

It's because of the wheelchair that I can care for myself and travel by car, but, train or plane anywhere in the world. I am so thankful for the many people dedicated in helping me and this is what motivates me to help others. My dream is to enable EVERY disabled person to have a wheelchair and enjoy the independence I do.