I went to the Imperial War Museum North recently. Always something thought provoking and moving to find there. It never ceases to amaze me the trouble Mankind creates as well as the courageous things individuals will do for each other and the strengths many find within. A great museum.
While I was there I came across a little exhibit about a guy called Charlie Hancock. Mr Hancock was severely wounded in 1943 during the North African campaign. He states:
One of my legs was blown off, I was blinded in one eye, had a gunshot wound in the chest and my left hand was torn by shrapnel. As I tried to make my was to safety, my other leg fell off. I was 22 years old and didn't think much of my chances.
Well, he may not have thought much of his chances but survive he did and upon his return to Britain was fitted with artificial legs. He worked for 30 years as a toolmaker before becoming ill. He then purchased a hand pedalled invalid tricyle and moved to a care home in 1971. He became a tireless fundraiser and rode his tricycle between Land's End and John O'Groats.
Makes some peoples excuses for not cycling seem a little hollow doesn't it? I will certainly remember him next time I am climbing a steep hill with full touring rig! What an inspiration.
A very humbling story. Charlie Hancock was a true hero.
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