Danny Kemp.

Eight and something years ago my wife and I found our own piece of heaven in the place that we now live, but it is shortly to end.

Both children had long since moved from our three bedroom semi-detached house in Welling and then unexpectedly our boxer dog Rex died. He had been drinking excessive amounts of water for no apparent reason and as a consequence urinating in places where he would not normally. Having a tiled floor it presented no real threat of damage but obviously needed investigating for both our welfare and his peace of mind. The Veterinary report was confusing. Having spent all night at the surgery, and being extensively examined, he was given an almost clean bill of health with one cautionary note. The surgeons only conclusion was that he was suffering some sort of psychological disorder derived from being deprived of water at some time leaving him feeling the need of storage in case it happened again!

I, like I suspect Rex, was left somewhat confused by this but we accepted the experts opinion and trotted off home for me to serve him the special roast joint of beef I had readied. The following morning he and I set out for the normal constitution and at his first port of call for his good morning salutation he promptly keeled over and died of a massive heart attack. Something then should have registered with me regarding expert prognosis but sadly it never did.

Roughly two years on from that tragic day, and our then subsequent move, I was smashed into whilst at work, driving my London cab, by a van whose driver had other things on his mind other than my safety. I was put out of work for two and half years and even after that, period of time, having to take things easy until fully recovered.

My wife was not at work, having retired two years before on reaching her fifty-fifth birthday, and I could provide no money on which to exist, so with the reassurance from an expert solicitor and equally impressive diploma labeled psychiatrist, appointed by the court, I borrowed money sure in the knowledge that all would be repaid at the outcome of the civil action. A barrister was instructed and his expert insight was sought. His learned advice was that the psychiatrist would not make a reliable witness as he tended to “waffle on a bit” using other examples of post traumatic stress disorder to prove his point. It would be “better” he said to take the “twelve-thousand on the table now” than risk everything at trial.

We are now are eighty-thousand pounds in debt and having only fifteen months to repay that, possessing no means in which to do so. The purpose of this story is not to ask for charity, although if you have that amount of money with nothing to spend it on, and would welcome the chance to give two people back their dream, then neither my wife nor I are too proud to accept your generosity but no that is not the reason. Nor would I be that shallow to counsel that you never take expert guidance.

I have lived an eventful life sometimes tedious and mundane but never dull for long. In the years that we have been married I trust and believe that my wife’s face has shone with a smile more times than it has been shadowed by a frown and, for the time that we both have left to share, that will continue no matter what.

The purpose is this; that whatever path you walk through life be it a stroll or a struggle it is yours to live and deal with as best and as bravely as you can.

Who can you count on when disaster comes crashing through your walls? YOURSELF!

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About Danny Kemp

I was at work one sunny November day in 2006, stopped at a red traffic light when a van, driven incompetently, smashed into me. I was taken to St Thomas' Hospital and kept in for a while, but it was not only the physical injuries that I suffered from; it was also mental ones. I had lost confidence in myself let alone those around me. The experts said that I had post-traumatic stress disorder, which I thought only the military or emergency personnel suffered from. On good days, I attempted to go to work, sometimes I even made it through Blackwell Tunnel only to hear, or see, something that made me jump out of my skin and that's when the anxiety attacks would start. I told my wife that I was okay and going regularly, but I wasn't. I could not cope with life and thought about ending it. Somehow or other with the help of my wife and medical professionals, I managed to survive and ever so slowly rebuild my self-esteem. It took almost four years to fully recover, but it was during those dark depressive days that I began to write. My very first story, Look Both Ways, Then Look Behind, found a literary agent but not a publisher. He told me that I had a talent, raw, but nevertheless, it was there. His advice was to write another story and that I'm delighted to say, I did. The success of that debut novel, The Desolate Garden, was down to sheer hard work, luck, and of course, meeting a film producer.
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2 Responses to Danny Kemp.

  1. Danny I sure feel for ya! I know exactly about it. We are going through the same my husband was a semi truckdriver and another driver smashed into him at 70 mph without breaking- hubby was parked had had extensive back surgery pstd and the meds cause a multitude of other things- this was 4 years ago we are still fighting should go to court this year– then all of a sudden almost 2 years ago i had a disck rupture almost severing a nerve- was forced into retirement losing my medical benifits also I understand your plight also lots my favorite cat of 13 years last year and having some custody issues with sons children . I hope your book sells well and everything works out for ya if you ever just need a shoulder to cry on juts Pm me ill be glad to listen!

  2. Oh Danny, I feel for you…..I lost my house due to my husbands bankruptcy (our ex partner sued him) so I know what it’s like 😦

    Unfortunately, I discovered that I can’t rely on anyone, I’m totally on my own in this word. I don’t have a 3am friend, someone who I could call at that time of the morning, and no family. It’s hard when yore in that position, bloody hard 😦

    My kids have been supportive, when I’ve needed them to be, but, I have an uncertain future, and don’t like to burden them too much, it’s not fair.

    If I had the money hon, I’d give it you tomorrow! 🙂

    Good luck xx

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