Peter Reynolds

Evan had a tough time at school.   He was a slow starter.  Even at sport he struggled to begin with. I remember watching him play rugby at about the age of 12; loads of enthusiasm but he couldn’t run!

Then he began to blossom.  Kick boxing gave him his first taste of success as he became champion of his region.  He started to enjoy great success with the ladies, far more than I or his older brother Richard ever have.  Soon he was excelling at all sport and making steady progress at school.

Then at age 17 his life changed. He lost his left hand in a road accident that nearly claimed his life.

The challenge was enormous, on the cusp of adulthood his plan of an army career was scuppered, his whole word was turned upside down with pain, rehabilitation and enormous psychological adjustment.

But it was the making of him. He dealt with that disaster and became a man. It brought him an enormous sum in compensation with its own challenges and temptations that it would have been so easy to succumb to. He had his fun but he rose above it. He went to university, passed his degree, fell in love a few times until he met a girl of great beauty inside and out, Zoe, with whom he has found great happiness.

Today he learned that he passed his final exam and is now a chartered surveyor.  He is Evan Reynolds.  He is my son and my heart bursts with pride.