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Dr John Hinwood
Brisbane
QLD
Australia

The Best Teacher I Ever Had

Submitted into: Miracles of Lessons in Life Category,

On: 2014-11-03 20:28:55

In 1951 at the age of five I started my school life in Australia at Croydon Primary School, a typical quiet suburban government school in a middleclass suburb, a twenty minute train ride from Sydney’s CBD.

My parents were immensely loving and caring souls who had done everything in their power to make sure that a major orthopedic problem that had struck me down at age three, some eighteen months earlier, was well on the way to being resolved when I commenced kindergarten.

Around the time I turned three I started to fall over constantly whenever I ran. In those days playing outside was where I spent a great deal of my waking hours and as an energetic three year old boy I just loved to constantly run.

My concerned parents took me to Dr Miller our general practitioner. Dr Miller said he believed I had a very severe case of Knock Knees and referred me to one of Australia’s leading orthopedic surgeons of the day, Dr Hugh Barry on Macquarie Street in the Sydney CBD. This was the street where many of the country’s finest specialists had their rooms.

Some sixty five years after that initial visit to Dr Hugh Barry’s rooms I can still see the building, the interior of his consulting rooms and what it smelt like that very day. The human mind is an amazing storehouse of detailed information, which is locked in, especially when the proposed outcomes are extremely serious in nature.

After the specialist introduced himself to my parents and all the hands were shaken, including three year old Johnny, he had my mother undress me down to my underpants. He then proceeded to examine me and he performed numerous tests and also had me walk around his office and then attempt to run down the hallway outside his consulting room.

As was normal for me at that time, after a few paces, I fell flat on my face.

My mother then dressed me and the three of us then waited for the ‘great man’ to deliver his diagnosis. I was sitting on my father’s knee when Dr Barry delivered his verdict.

My father was a very stoic man and highly focused on the task ahead of him. As the Sporting Editor at that time of the Sydney Daily Mirror, the largest circulation evening newspaper in Australia he worked in a high stress environment. He was a man who could handle anything that life dealt him.

Looking directly at my father, Dr Barry pronounced, “Mr Hinwood, you need to understand, your son will never be able to run and play sport, this is the worst case of knock knees I have ever seen.”

My mother was a mess sobbing and I even saw some tears well up in the corner of my dad’s eyes, something I had never seen before, or at any other time later in life. He was an emotionally tough man.

Once the reality of the doctor’s statement had sunk in, both of my parents asked, “what can be done doctor?” The doctor replied, “nothing at all, there is no cure for this problem.”

My parents kept asking questions and badgering the man saying what ever needed to be done, they would do it.

Eventually Dr Barry said he would prescribe total leg aluminum splints that would go from my groin to ankle, front and back on each leg and that my parents would apply them by bandaging them in place every night for a year. His parting comment was that he didn’t believe they would really make any difference at all.

Mum and Dad instantly said yes… we’ll do it, and they never missed a night for the entire year, no matter how tied they were.

The second part of the treatment was that I had to wear for two years, specially made orthopedic built up boots that would push my knees out. I was forbidden to be bare footed.

Even as three year olds we have a mind of our own. We can decide that just because someone says we cannot do something, we don’t have to agree with them, even though they are famous, and a doctor.

On that very day when my parents were told that I could never play sport, I decided that one day I would be an Australian champion at sport one day in the future.

On starting Kindergarten the year I turned five was so exciting. I was put into Miss Murray’s class. She was a very dear elderly woman with beautiful blue rinsed hair, glasses and a magnificent engaging manner and smile. She oozed love and caring. She would have been close to seventy. I just loved every day in her class and she always made me feel I was a very special person. I was not long out of the splints and wore the big built up boots every day at school.

It was 1951 and the country was rebuilding after the Second World War and there was a shortage of teachers.

As time went on my passion was to be an outstanding sportsman and ‘show that doctor that he was wrong!’

I could eventually run very well. I became a school running and swimming champion and played rugby and cricket. At age fifteen I won the Australian Junior Judo Championship.  Miracle number one.

I just had this drive to prove the doctor wrong.

Also I wanted my Sporting Editor father to be proud of me. He wasted no time at all the week after I won the championship to have one of his feature writers publish a full page story in the sport pages about the boy who was told he would never run becoming an Australian Champion. He was so very proud, as was my mum.

A minor sport like Judo getting a full page feature article. There was no way my dad was going to miss reporting this story.

Several weeks later I received a very special personal two page letter from my favorite teacher, Miss Murray. She told me she always knew I would do it, as I had told her as a small boy of four and a half on starting Kindergarten that this was my dream.

Miracle number two, an elderly Kindergarten teacher in her early eighties reading the sports pages of the evening newspaper.

Well, I suppose, this is what the best teacher you ever had would be doing in retirement, reading the sports pages looking to see what her former charges are now up to.

 

Dr John Hinwood

Brisbane, Qld, Australia