My first piece of deep wisdom came to me on a freezing cold mountainside as I contemplated my potential mortality.
On February 26, 1981 at 9pm on a freezing cold night, the four-seater light aircraft I was in collided with the side of a mountain in the Ochil Hills of Scotland. The aircraft ignited on impact, bursting into flames, but luckily all four passengers survived and were plucked off the hillside by a rescue team 12 hours later.
I escaped with a serious case of hypothermia, eight broken ribs, a cracked sternum, a few burns and bruises and a profound feeling that my life had been spared for a reason. I made up my mind during that long night that if I survived, I would dedicate my life to helping other
