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It happened a long time ago in the British summer of 1995. I was doing my A levels at an upmarket school in the South of England having won a rowing scholarship to attend from my home town of Cape Town South Africa. It was a very expensive boarding school with the yearly fees being in the region of 30000 pounds and there was no way my parents could afford that, so I was determined to make the best of it. It was one of the best schools in England and academic achievement was king with sport prowess coming in a close second.

To achieve in both these areas, discipline was by necessity intense to say the least. Being in the first rowing team my day consisted of being up at 530am on the water by 6.00am for an intense one and a half hour workout a quick shower, breakfast, assembly, school until 2.30pm. After school a short break then into the gym for weight and interval training or a brisk eight mile run through the beautiful forests of Southern English countryside at 6 minutes a mile. This was followed by not much of a break and straight into 2 hours of Prep then dinner. As you can imagine this was pretty exhausting stuff and most nights I would fall into bed and be in a deep sleep within minutes to start the whole cycle again the next day. I think the mental and physical discipline was really good for me. I was superbly physically fit with not an ounce of fat on my 6ft 2 frame. The fitness I felt complimented my mental alertness and I was doing pretty well at academics as well. Being a foreigner it had taken me a full year to earn the respect of my classmates most of whom came from well heeled upper class British ...

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