FROM OUT OF CONTROL STUTTERER TO PROUD SHOP OWNER
When I was 20 years old myself and my father drove to meet a snooker match referee. We were planning to rent or buy a snooker table for me to practice playing snooker. When we met the referee he asked my most dreaded thing, he asked for ‘MY NAME’.
I was completely frozen with fear & had to escape that feeling, so I made an excuse, pretending that I just got an urgent call to answer and left. My father had to say my name for me.