My friend Barry Corscaden is an enigma; relentlessly funny and deeply insightful. He says he’s going to write a book called “Something Comes from Something”. After some years, though, he has found that all he needs is the title. It says all he needs to say.
Last year many of the seemingly small ‘somethings’, that I and others around me created, aligned and became something bigger. So Barry has had many occasions this year to shout in triumph at me “you see, something comes from something!” So, I am going to try to draw the map of how we got here. How 2014 was the year that some of our projects began to crystalise.
Four and a half years ago a fall left me paralysed from the waist down. Stuck in hospital, physical pain and rehab for the first 18 months, with the benefit of hindsight now looks like the planning phase. I was figuring out if I would get out of the hospital bed and if I did what I would do with the rest of my life, Simone, my fiancée was researching who in the world was creating a cure for spinal cord injury and how we could join them. My family and friends were starting to think about how they could ensure I returned to an independent life. And because apparently ‘something comes from something’, all of this meant that we spent the following few years working hard on many small, disparate projects.