About 20 years ago I was in a very dark place indeed. My only real friend was alcohol and I was in a very deep depression. At the time I was working for the Royal Mail in Swindon and there was a group of lads in their early 20′s working there that I had a lot of secret admiration for; well actually it wasn’t so much admiration, it was more like secret envy. The stand-out character of this little crew was a young man by the name of Barry Fozzett.  The banter between the lads was always raucous and funny, and Barry was always at the centre of it all. On Mondays the mood in the sorting office was invariably vibrant as they recounted the details of their weekends of drunken debauchery. One particular Saturday night in Swansea involving a bottle of salad cream springs to mind, but the details are far too “X” rated to repeat in this post! So, here was this group of lads doing all the stuff that I felt I’d missed out on; and how I envied them.

I was in my late 30′s at the time and I wouldn’t say I was particularly friends with any of them, but we did speak and exchange a bit of “bloke stuff” on occasion. Barry was the one that I was probably the least friendly with, although we were on nodding/grunting terms.

Now for reasons that are too sad to go into here, Sunday was my main drinking night and this particular Sunday I’d been to my regular haunts and ended up at the kebab van parked down in Fleet Street in Swindon town centre. I was so drunk I could barely stand up, but in my inebriated state I noticed a familiar face; it was Fozzett, availing himself of some kebab van fayre! He saw that I was in no fit state and invited me to his house so I could get a taxi. Fozzett was the last person in the world that I would have expected to take pity on me in this situation, but I was in for a few more surprises before I got my taxi ride home. Now because I had only ever seen the bullish, “lads-on-the-beer” banter-machine side of Fozzett I expected his house to be a tip with empty beer cans strewn all over the place. Oh, and if you are wondering why I am not referring to him as Barry it’s because most of the lads called him by his surname. There is a certain science involved in “bloke thinking” and when a man gets called by his surname it’s normally because he’s disliked immensely or because he’s a legend. Fozzett was a legend. Anyway, as I was saying …

When we got to Fozzett’s house I was amazed to find that it was spotless, there was not an empty beer can in sight AND there was the most happy and loving little dog to greet us. It was crystal clear that both dog and master loved each other dearly; but that’s not all, there was a hamster too, who was also clearly loved by his human keeper. Fozzett made me a coffee and as we chatted I expressed my amazement at not finding a den of iniquity. But, it also became apparent that I had been guilty of severely misjudging this man. He was young, yet his head was firmly fixed on his shoulders, he was warm and kind; and compassionate to the extent that he was willing to take someone into his home who needed help because of a self-inflicted problem; someone who could hardly have been classed as a friend. After a while my taxi turned up and I expressed my gratitude profusely on leaving; and expressed it again the next time I saw Fozzett at work.

I have never ever forgotten the compassion shown to me by a man whom I had misjudged so greatly. I left the job in 1995 and only on occasion did I ever bump into Fozzett again. The last time I saw him was probably ten or more years ago, but from time to time the details of that unlikely encounter would pop into my head and I would find myself wondering what the legend was doing with himself these days. Only very recently these same thoughts popped into my head again, and I cast my mind back to being legless by the kebab van. Seeing Fozzett’s spotless house and the happiness of the little dog; his tail wagging so fast that the little treasure could have created eco electricity. Now, a few days ago I had a package that needed posting, so in the afternoon I walked the mile or so into Tetbury town centre and went into the post office. I duly despatched my package and when I came out, over the road by the zebra crossing was a 40 something year old man with grey spiky hair that was in the throes of thinning drastically; and there was something about this man that looked vaguely familiar.

I thought to myself “that’s Fozzett, but nah it can’t be”? He crossed the road towards me but at an angle so he was actually walking away from me diagonally. As we passed we gave each other a bemused glance; and I spoke “Barry”!. Sure enough it was Fozzett; complete with wife and two little kids. We stopped briefly and chatted, but it was mainly me telling his wife what a hero her husband had been on that night in the distant past. I told her that I’d expected his house to be a tip and before I could finish my sentence she said “I bet it was spotless”. Ahh, no one knows a man like his woman. Fozzett just looked indifferent to it all, and of course for him, like all of us, much water has passed under the bridge since that night. To him it was just a throw-away moment, but to me it was an event that I learned so much from.

It’s true what they say that there is no such thing as coincidence. Just imagine the precision of the synchronicities involved in that encounter in Tetbury. Me leaving my house at the time I did and going into the post office and finding just one other customer in there instead of the usual queue; and Fozzett and his family doing the tourist thing in Tetbury on that day and being in that precise spot at the time I came out of the post office.

Yes, the legend that is Barry Fozzett will never know the true magnitude of his simple act of kindness on that Sunday night in the early 1990′s. But hey, don’t you just love a blast from the past?

 
 

Richard Holmes is a medium and clairvoyant. He is also the author of spiritual books and producer of meditation CD’s that have helped to change the lives of many people from all walks of life. As recently as twelve years ago he was still struggling with an alcohol problem that was threatening to take his life in a very negative direction from which there would have been no return. These days he uses the same principles that enabled him to turn his life around and applies them to his client’s individual needs. Richard also helps people to realise the gifts of clairvoyance, mediumship and healing that are present within themselves. This can be on a one-to-one or group basis and is achieved through guided meditation and other methods of inner work. Please visit Richard’s website to learn more: richardfholmes.wordpress.com/

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