Eight years ago, July Letsebe was lying on a bed in his small tin shack, waiting to die. Seriously ill with tuberculosis and - although he didn't know it yet - HIV, he had all but given up hope of surviving for more than a few weeks.
Everyone that knows me is aware that my talents don't extend to singing. In fact you could say that I'm a bit tone deaf. But you can't let your limitations stop you. At least that's what I was told by Austin Healey when he twisted my arm and asked me whether I would join The Sport Relief Big Hitters Choir and help raise money for Sport Relief.
I already survived a 5K run a couple of years earlier when a charity that I'm a patron for asked me to run on their behalf. As much as I hated being over-taken by the vast majority of OAPs in attendance, there was a part of me that did feel a sense of accomplishment when it was all over.