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Comment by Edward Lee on June 26, 2009 at 5:05pm

MY TESTIMONY BOYHOOD DAYS FINAL .......next England at 17

Learning to Drive

When I was about 13, my father taught me to "side steer". I don't know whether it was because he wanted me to learn to drive, or whether he wanted to relax at the wheel. I got pretty good at side steering. Dad would be in the driver's seat, and I'd be close to him, steering away. This experience gave me courage to take the next step, and soon I was driving our car in the driveway, up and down, up and down. One evening I was hanging out with my friends, enjoying some jokes at the side of the road when an older buddy who worked as a merchant marine sailor, told us about the entertainment, he had enjoyed in the Port of Spain's night clubs. My friends and I became excited at the thought of such fun. Suddenly, I jumped to my feet and said, "Wait here. I'll be back soon. I'm going to get a car."

Our family owned two cars. The car that I had intended to take was the small Austin., However, when I reached the garage, I found that the Austin was parked inside and the Humber Super Snipe, my father's exotic English car, was blocking it. I hesitated but decided, "Ah, what's the difference?" So I hot-wired the Humber without starting the motor. Each time a car or truck passed, I reversed a few yards at a time down the steep driveway allowing the sound of traffic to camouflage my departure. Just as I reached the road and a large truck passed, I put the car into reverse and backed onto Point-a-Pierre Road, releasing the clutch and kick-starting the car simultaneously.

My friends and I headed for Port of Spain where we visited two or three clubs and had a glass of beer in each. As we were young and had very little money, the women ignored us. As we began our trip home, we noticed that a car was following us. We were in St. James; a part of town that I was not familiar with but the Old Sea Dog knew it well. "I know this area," he said, "turn left, turn right." I obeyed his directions, driving as professionally as I could so as not to draw attention. Suddenly, we were trapped in a dead end. The car behind us stopped and four policemen approached us cautiously. I said, "OK guys, keep cool," as we saw the cops coming toward us with their big guns drawn. As one of the policemen approached the driver's window I said, "Yes, officer, is there something we can do for you?" He asked, "Whose car is this? It has been reported stolen." I said, "Well, there must be some mistake because this is my father's car, and he probably doesn't realize I have it." So they put us into the patrol car, and we were taken to the police station. There they phoned my dad, told him that I had taken his car and asked if he wanted to press charges. "Yes," he said, "Press charges!" "Don't you want him to come home?" asked the officer. "No! Lock him up!" So we spent that night in jail.

In the morning, they brought a bun and some tea. Of course the Old Sea Dog ate his, and I ate mine but my friend Terrance, who was a solicitor's son responded, "I don't want any of your food." So the Sea Dog and I shared his breakfast.

It was my Uncle Victor, who bailed me out. Uncle was one of the few people who genuinely liked me and who saw the good traits in me. I credit the fact that Uncle Victor liked and encouraged me as a reason for surviving my teenage years intact. His nickname for me was Cook - borrowed from the great adventurer and Sea Explorer Captain Cook. At first I was a little self-conscious about the name, but I grew to like it and to enjoy the connotation. The fact that he liked me was one of the reasons why I survived.

After this episode I was denied the right to have a driver's license and was put on probation for a year.

Stealing my father's car and dealing with the police gave me status with my friends. I remember walking down High Street feeling pretty good. My friends no longer thought of me as a shy, stammering boy and started to show respect.

Astrology

A few days later I stopped by a vendor who was selling astrology books. I bought a book on the Aries sign and after reading it could not believe how accurately it described me. This book boosted my self-confidence because it said that I was a leader, I was creative, I was a "doer", and I was adventurous. Pursuant to reading this book, I became interested in character analysis, although I never did put much emphasis on fortune telling.

One negative characteristic that the astrology book mentioned was, that although I was creative, I had a tendency to leave a project before it was completed, as I became interested in something new.

Once I became aware of this shortcoming, I began to remember times when this had happened. and vowed that before becoming involved with any future project, I would be certain that this was what I wanted to do, and I would see it through to the end. I think that the realization of this fault was a significant factor in the success of my future endeavors.

Witchcraft

Eighty years ago, large sugar cane and cocoa estates were established in Trinidad. The workers on these estates told "Soucouyant" and "la Diablesse" stories of folks who dealt in witchcraft. La Diablesse was a beautiful woman with cloven hoofs who would entice men. After enticing them, she would break their necks. Soucouyant stories were usually tales of people who would peel off their skin, turn into a ball of fire, and suck blood. When these stories reached my ears, they frightened me.

While I was in the hospital recovering from minor surgery, I had conversations with a man who was a family friend and who had a home close to our beach house. Mr. Church was close to God, and I had a lot of respect for him. One day I asked him, "Mr. Church, are there really such things as these devil creatures that everyone's telling stories about?" And he said,

"Yes, they're actually true. I have seen them myself." So at that time I became aware that there was a spiritual world out there.

Ephesians 6:12,13: It says,, "For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this age, against spiritual hosts of wickedness in the heavenly places.

Tattoo

One day I was in Port of Spain's spending time with the Old Sea Dog (who called himself, The Santa Fe Rattlesnake) when he told me that my driving experience in Port of Spain qualified me to have a tattoo like his. He took me to a tattoo artist who started up his equipment, which looked like a miniature sewing machine. The process was quite painful, but it seemed a challenge to endure it. I have lived to regret the decision to have a tattoo and would gladly have it removed if it could be done without leaving a scar.

Building my Sailboat

At age 14 I became bored. I had been so absorbed in driving a car but this activity was no longer a possibility. Instead, I thought that I would build a boat. I went to the library and choose a book on sailboat construction. There was a picture of a lovely little twelve-and-a-half-foot boat that, according to the book’s instructions, appeared to be very easy to build. Then and there I decided that I was going to build that boat.

In those days, there were no boat building do-it-yourself kits. You had to start from the ground up. I made a list of the materials specified in the library book then visited the sawmill for lumber. Carrying two big boards, I walked over four miles from the sawmill up to the same big hill, we had traversed to carry the stolen pumpkin. It took determination for a small boy to huff and puff up the hill, but at last I arrived home.

With money supplied by my mother (without my father's knowledge), I purchased the rest of the materials. At last the boat was finished. I was so anxious to see her launched that my friends, and I jumped into the twelve and a half foot "Viking". To our astonishment, the bottom fell out! I began to understand that you have to have patience in order to complete a project successfully.

I went back to the drawing board and re-built the Viking, taking more time. I even sewed the sails myself. In my little boat, I would sail around San Fernando Bay. It was a beautiful spot with warm weather and spectacular sunsets. One day I got this big idea that I should sail from San Fernando to Port of Spain, which are 40 miles straight across the Caribbean Sea. Sharks were only one of the dangers in these waters, and of course I didn't know anything about life jackets. So, with all the bravado of youth, I got up at 6:00 in the morning and headed out to Port of Spain with a buddy whom I had persuaded to go along with me.

I had read in the paper that some people who had been shipwrecked managed to live for a week on a tube of toothpaste. Thinking myself well prepared, I hence provisioned myself with four tubes of toothpaste. The Viking had only one mainsail, and we sailed all day. Just as we came into view of Port of Spain the rudder broke off in my hand! There I was...no lights, no life jackets, nothing to provide safety or rescue!

Now, I'm a bit of a daredevil, but I'm not stupid. I realized that this was a serious situation, and I thought to myself, "Guardian Angel, where are you?" Suddenly a big oil well service boat approached us at about 70 knots per hour. As the boat drew near, I looked up at the sun, which had almost disappeared, then took the paddle and waved it up in the air. The oilmen stopped and pulled the Viking, my friend and me on board and took us to the harbor. I thanked them and knew that there was someone up there looking after me. But boy, was that a close call!

Carnival

Carnival in Trinidad is a time to blow off steam and to forget the worries and cares of this world. People spend many months and in some cases most of their money, designing and creating beautiful costumes. One year at carnival time I had made two new friends. One was named Kenneth and the other was Pedro, a student from Venezuela, who had promised that I could go and live with his family in Venezuela. We had reached the age of which excitement and girls were of paramount importance. Carnival dances at the Chinese and Portuguese Associations in Port of Spain were exciting, we had been told. The drawback to good times, however, was that we were broke. I had saved my money for almost a year and had recently purchased a beautiful 3-speed bicycle. As carnival drew near, I decided to sell my bicycle so my two friends, and I could have a good time, which we did. My Venezuelan friend returned home, and I never heard from him again.

17 and Adventurous

When I reached the age of 17, I felt that Trinidad was getting a little too small for me. I had seen war movies of the exciting adventure's men in the armed forces experienced so I decided to join the Royal Air Force in England. I remember my father's parting words to me: "I'm giving you this money for your trip to get rid of you.” That hurt, but what else was new? It seemed that every time I made progress with my shyness and insecurities, my father would knock me back down. continued

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Comment by Edward Lee on June 25, 2009 at 12:14pm

CASH FLOW

If you wanted to start a business with absolutely no money or without getting a loan from the bank, it can be done. You can create a positive cash flow. First you must approach your suppliers and convince them that you will be able to provide them with a lot of business and they would be able to make a lot of money through my business selling their goods. Many suppliers will provide you with a credit line; however if you don’t pay on time the credit will be revoked. Often you will be subject to a credit review prior to approval of a credit line but credit checks from suppliers are often less stringent than those of banks or financial institutions. In obtaining a line of credit from a supplier, you can negotiate terms that are suitable to your needs, whether that be net in 30 days, 45 or 90 days. Even with a net 30-day agreement, most suppliers are fairly flexible and will accept payment within 45 days, however do not let it go beyond that or you will jeopardize your relationship with your supplier. In addition to negotiating the terms, you of course will negotiate a favorable price and other issues including delivery and so forth. Be sure to mention prices of the suppliers’ competitors and any offers they may have made in order to encourage the supplier to beat those deals. It is far more economical to obtain credit directly from a supplier than to borrow from a bank. Bank loans will cost you money not only in interest but you also may have to put up a personal guarantee whereas as long as you pay your supplier within the agreed upon period, you will not have to pay interest.

Once you have negotiated your credit with your supplier you can begin operating your business and creating sales, thus you will have income coming in for supplies, which you have not yet had to pay for, therefore your cash flow is positive. However, this does not mean you will not have to pay your bills, if you do not, you will be sued. If you are sued, that will result in a black mark on your credit. Anything that is reported against your credit is available to the next organization you apply to for credit. In fact, every time you apply for credit you are checked and the more checks on your credit, the worse your rating becomes. A company that has had a lot of checks on their credit seems like a risk to a potential creditor. Similarly, you can do research on the companies you wish to negotiate credit with. For example, using the Internet, you can conduct a credit report search yourself on your potential suppliers. In doing so, you will learn what their credit is like, you discover who to negotiate with and what terms you can ask for and what kind of terms they offer their other customers. Once you have all of this information you will be better prepared for a successful negotiation.

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Comment by Edward Lee on June 24, 2009 at 7:20pm

THE ART OF EFFECTIVE BLOGGING.

ANOTHER FREE GIFT FOR THE GROUP TODAY

Communication is on of the ingredients of success.

I will be honest with you I made that mistake a few days ago, although my intentions are genuine coming on to strong is not advisable, so I am taking softer approach.
Take a note of that example you were party to it. I could say to you that I did that on purpose but of course that would be a lie, another lesson, be transparent and honest.

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Take Care,

Edward

Comment by Edward Lee on June 24, 2009 at 2:30pm

My Testimony Boyhood Days (2)

The Phantom Cruiser

When I was 10 years old I purchased a used kayak. I called it "The Phantom Cruiser." One evening a friend and I left the San Fernando jetty and paddled over to a rocky islet on which a house had been built. I felt a tremendous surge of well being and adventure. As we returned from this little island a manta ray with a 30-foot wingspan flew out of the water less than 20 feet away from me then disappeared as he made his re-entry. I could hardly believe my eyes. It took my brain a few moments to comprehend what I had just seen. In record-breaking time I was back to the jetty. Had I been in a race, I certainly would have won!

The Revolver

My father had a .27-millimeter Colt revolver that he kept either under his pillow or in his back pocket. Being a politician, I suppose he found this necessary. When I was about 9 years old, my brother and I discovered the revolver under his pillow. Within the following few months we had learned everything about that revolver. We assembled and disassembled it in record time and even learned to do it blindfolded. We also fired several rounds into old pillows. Thank God neither David nor I suffered injuries.

Left in Port of Spain

One evening my family drove to Port of Spain, 40 miles from San Fernando, to see a fireworks display. I was about 10 years old. My brother and I ran after the fireworks, especially the rockets, to retrieve the long sticks which were attached, to them. On one of these chases, I left the family for what seemed to be only minutes but when I came back to the spot where the car had been parked, it was gone. Port of Spain was a strange place to me and it was getting late. People were leaving the area. I thought for sure that my family would be back soon. I waited for three hours but no one came. I felt a sense of loneliness and rejection. I had not thought that my father would leave me in such a defenseless position.

As darkness fell, I approached a taxicab driver and asked him to take me to my aunt's house. I convinced him that my aunt would give me the money to pay him. He agreed. Being left alone in a strange town hurt me deeply and made me even more self-conscious.

Out Hunting

My cousins, my brother David, and I owned air rifles and we would take them to the woods to hunt. My rifle, a German-made gun, was the biggest and the most powerful. Often we would shoot birds. David was the chief surgeon and chef. He would remove the birds' insides and then we would have a barbecue.

One day, while out hunting, we came upon a herd of cows, which we began using for target practice. Suddenly, this "cow" which was in fact a bull, reared up and started to run after us, horns in the attack position. The cattle were grazing in a large, open field with no trees in the vicinity. I yelled at my brother, who had my air rifle at the time, to re-load and shoot at the bull. He shot, missed, and dropped the air rifle. Out of an almost reflexive response, I ran towards the bull, picked up the air rifle and loaded. With the charging bull less than 50 feet away from me I aimed carefully at his head and fired. To my surprise the animal reared up and turned away. I must have been protected by my guardian angel.

A Narrow Escape

Sometimes David and I would go to the country where my godfather was the manager of a huge dairy. My brother and I would visit the farm spending a few days at a time. I can still recall the taste of fresh milk, as Uncle Wendell would fill a glass directly from the stainless steel tubes that chilled the milk.

At the dairy farm we were allowed to do many exciting things such as driving their Ford Consul around the area, riding the donkey (which would sometimes be too mule-headed to go in the direction we wanted him to go) and playing cowboys and outlaws with our powerful air rifles. One morning while playing this dangerous game, Winston, my godfather's son, rode off on the donkey until he was quite some distance away. Winston held his hat high on a stick and I immediately decided to use that hat as a target. A moment later, both Winston and the hat disappeared behind a tree. When I saw the hat emerge from behind the tree, I aimed and fired, shooting high to allow for the distance. To my surprise, there was a terrible cry. As Winston walked towards us I could see that the .177 pellet was stuck directly between his eyes. I gave thanks that the pellet had not hit his eye.

Sometimes we would stop at the large pond that was used in the operation of a gigantic sugar refinery. It was also home to dozens of alligators. One of us would shine a powerful torchlight over the pond until we picked up the reflection of an alligator's eyes. We would then begin to shoot. Our pellets never seemed to hurt the alligators.

Back Home

Back home, on our front veranda on Point-a-Pierre Road, my brother David and I amused ourselves shooting at passers-by with our air rifles. We took aim and shot through a little concrete slot, which looked like a bunker. The sound of English khaki pants being hit by a .177 pellet was almost musical.

Birds

Our next-door friend Alec Carvallo used to go out into the country to catch birds. These were special whistling birds like the peakoplatt and cempt. These birds would whistle their little hearts out. My friend's brother Gerald had several. He and my brother often talked about the special talents of the prized birds he kept in special cages.

In order to trap these birds, you have to own one already. There was a specially built cage with a trap door and a compartment just above the main cage. Into the cage was placed a piece of banana and under the fruit was a trap. This was a spring door, kept open with a stick. When the bird stood on the fruit, the trap would spring, closing the door.

Alec, David and I would go out into the country weekend after weekend, month after month trapping these talented birds. Setting our traps then waiting for the whistling birds to appear was time consuming but this was how we spent many enjoyable days. When my brother and I had 13 birds, we bought 13 cages to keep them in.

One day after trapping birds in the country, we returned later than usual. My father was in a rage. "Where have you been?" he said. He then proceeded to destroy all the cages and let the birds go. I stood there in disbelief. I became numb and empty as if my heart were being torn out of my chest.

My Secret Door

There was a door in my home that had never been opened. One day I looked at that door and I said, "You know something...that is a door that has to open." So I opened it, oiled it, and shaved it down so it didn't make a squeak at all. I had reached an age at which I was getting restless. Each evening at 9 o'clock I would say to my family, "Well, I'm feeling tired and its time to go to bed." I would disappear into my bedroom, quickly put on my clothes, and sneak out of my secret door. One night I came back from the midnight movie and found my bed and all my belongings missing from my bedroom. Suddenly I felt that adventurous spirit in me. I took a big knife and I stuck it in the door with a note on which I wrote, "Nice try but that won't work either!"

Along with a friend I ran away from home. We took off to a building my father owned where there was a ping-pong table and we slept on that. I have to admit that table was really hard!

Since my friend and I were having problems obtaining food, I returned home when my family was away and cleaned out the cupboards. Once more we went camping and once more we ran out of provisions. "How were we going to survive awhile longer?" I wondered. If I went back home too soon, my father might think I was soft.

I started to use my creative gift to invent ways to obtain food. In those days, grocery stores had heavy iron gates across the front, which were pulled together when the store closed. When shut, these gates created diamond-shaped holes large enough for a can of food to pass through. In order to reach canned food through the diamond grid gates, I took a powerful magnet from a microphone and tied it to a tripod leg. In the shadows of the night my friend and I would choose a store and I would pull out my magnet, extend it on the tripod leg and go fishing for canned food. We landed peaches, beans, and pears. I'm sure that when the storekeepers came in the following morning they must have thought that a ghost had visited since there was absolutely no trace of breaking and entering.

As my friend and I passed a hardware store we saw a Jack-plane that was within reach of our magnet. The Jack-plane, however, was so heavy that it kept dropping off. As a result, that was "the one that got away".

We survived on stolen food for a couple of weeks. But my father had taught me good values, which I eventually remembered. "We've got away with stealing food for two weeks," I thought, "but I don't want to get caught, so I think we'd better stop." That's when I returned home.

Shy Teenager

I was a shy teenager who worked hard to overcome my bashfulness. As a result of this shyness I didn't date often. I seldom had the nerve to ask girls out. In spite of my shyness, though, I was a leader in the adventurous and daring activities that I shared with my friends.

Because of my stammering problem, I avoided using words that were difficult for me to pronounce. My vocabulary, therefore, is less developed than I would have liked it to be.

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