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Time and Time Again

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Apr 15, 2016


This book is about my struggle to accept the Lord into my life. I was very nearly daft enough to call the book ‘The Horley Grail’ after the town of Horley where I live, but I thought better of it, since the Holy Grail has such a significant meaning to many.
I have never been able to understand how people were able to get God into their life. In some cases it can be managed at a very early age. I used to assume that peer influences play a part. This story is how it happened for me. To me, it seems as though it has been quite a special journey to get to where I am today. I was certainly slow, despite all the signposts pointing the way.
I am told by so many that they are inspired by, or obtain inspiration from my story.
This book has taken the best part of four years to put together. My only desire and hope is that it will help someone else.

Apr 15, 2016

Sobre el autor

I own a partnership company called Tiered Training which supplies occupational driver safety training to companies who own fleets of vehicles with which they use in their business. I enjoy the work, especially writing the programmes in a way that the end user is able to understand and follow. I have applied this process to the way I have written my book.

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Time and Time Again - Howard Redwood



Howard has been involved with people throughout his life. His first job was working in a hotel in Bournemouth at the age of fifteen as a summer job. He left school with average qualifications and started working in the wholesale grocery industry, later moving into the retail side of the same industry. From there he progressed into transportation, spending fifteen years gaining experience of a variety of delivery techniques on a variety of vehicles. Throughout this time, Howard seems to have had the ability to be able to sense when things are wrong before they go wrong – just ask his brothers.

He came into his own after experiencing two serious incidents within three years of each other. Due to these incidents, he was unable to continue with his career.

Throughout 2001/2, Howard retrained to become a Driving Standards Agency Approved Driving Instructor [DSA ADI (Car)], qualifying in June 2002.

Throughout his instructional career he has continually strived to improve his knowledge, enabling him to produce three driving instructor training courses, one of which was adopted by an international driving association as their national course for the UK. In 2010 he wrote a white paper for the Northern Ireland Assembly.

Howard is always writing, so it was only a matter of time before he put together a book. This is it.

Section One

The Journey

Chapter 1

The start

I’M FAIRLY SURE that nobody has a true and steady path to learning about our Lord. I cannot remember much activity in this field before the age of six or seven. I know I started no earlier than this due to coming from a quite unsteady background, what with my father being in the Royal Navy on various aircraft carriers with the Fleet Air Arm, and my mother having to look after five boys with only an eight-year gap between the eldest and youngest. My sister entered this world a lot later when I was ten.

I can remember (and I must have been only three at the time), when my mother’s father was taken ill. Being so young at the time, I was unaware that he had terminal cancer. He was a clever man, a builder who specialised in renovating decorative pieces of masonry on municipal buildings. He had helped to replace the lead on Salisbury Cathedral before the Second World War. He was too old to fight in that war and was placed on the Wilts and Dorset buses as a conductor. He moved countless numbers of soldiers from Salisbury Plain and Old Sarum to embark on ships at Plymouth, Southampton and Portsmouth. He did the occasional trip to Folkestone and Newhaven. In this role, he had to ensure that men would not try to jump off the bus and go awol – absent without leave. As far as I know, he never had anyone abscond from his bus; he usually spent his time trying to pacify the young, scared soldiers, simply giving them reassurance. He was a religious man and often prayed with them. My mother often used to tell me stories of the days when he would come home in the early hours of the morning and when having breakfast would be very sombre. Having fought in the First World War himself, he was aware of the pressures and emotions that the lads were going through.

He was bound by the Official Secrets Act and was not allowed to tell anyone of anything he saw, but my mum remembered one conversation that he had with her. He asked if the church bells were rung at any time during the previous day in their home city of Salisbury. My mum, as a young girl at that time, was not aware that the ringing of church bells signalled the German invasion. We found out many years later, that there was one occasion at Folkestone when the bells rang because the Germans had launched an invasion and were in the Channel. Grandpa had been there that day with his bus. He never mentioned what he had witnessed; what the history books now tell of the RAF dropping fuel on to the German invasion fleet and strafing it to make it catch fire. The Germans turned back. He was troubled by those sights and took all that he saw to his grave.

He and my Nan lived in a flat in Salisbury and I remember sitting next to him on cold, pre-school, winter days warming my hands in front of the roaring open fire. I must have been no older than about three. The next thing I remember was visiting him in hospital near Salisbury. I would run into the ward and jump on his bed, get a really big cuddle and a wine gum and then one day it all stopped. I remember getting into our old Austin Cambridge and asking to go to see grandpa. My dad just calmly said that grandpa had gone to heaven. I did not understand why he had left the hospital and did not know what heaven was. All I knew was that I missed him – until something else occupied my mind. Seems really fickle now, but at three years old my world was so small. I didn’t know what praying was. Looking back now, it almost feels that I had abandoned him by enjoying him so much and then just ‘moving on’ so soon after his death. But at least I have an understanding of what young children have to go through if they lose a grown-up they love. The confusion it causes them. Having experienced these emotions myself at such a young age, being steered by a grown-up to have another interest quickly would be my advice.With my dad being at sea for such long periods of time, it was difficult to build a strong relationship with him. My brothers have said this too. We were all sent off to boarding school. I was seven when I was sent to Weymouth with two of my brothers. Having my brothers there settled me in relatively quickly, but I was quite homesick for about a year.

Looking back, it was at Weymouth where my introduction to religion began, but not in the way you might think. There was certainly no head start. Although the owners of the school were strict Methodists, I was never encouraged to read a bible for any great length of time. Yes, we said prayers at night before we went to bed and every Sunday we would walk in double file to church, in our suits, the two or so miles to the town centre. We participated in the Sunday school in the incredibly musty and damp hall, which even in the summer felt really cold. It certainly wasn’t appealing to a seven-year-old. I always longed to get back to the school to play the game of monkey, to run off some energy in the rather large and well-equipped school gymnasium.

I spent three years at this school. Some terms I would start with one address and go home at end of term to another. This was all due to the fact that my dad got stationed around the UK. Sometimes he would only be at a shore-based secondment for six months, and so it was not conducive to move home on these occasions, but due to the sensitivity of his work, it would be necessary to be stationed at other parts of the country for much longer periods and this would mean relocating. Due to this predicament my eldest brother went to seven schools before he was eleven. This had a profound effect on his education. One positive which came out of this, though, was the fact that he was completely comfortable about meeting new people. He would walk straight into a room and shake someone’s hand and introduce himself. There are a lot of people who have great difficulty in doing that – including me.

When my dad was seconded to aircraft carriers, he could be away at sea for two years at a

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