It had been years since I had seen any of the children with whom I had grown up. When I left the children's home, I promised myself that I would have nothing to do with them. I was sure that my only chance of living a good life would be to put the past behind me, even though that meant saying goodbye to some of the people I loved the most---as well as the one hated it turned out that six of as had died, several by slow suicide in the form of heroin abuse, and at least two by faster means.<BR><BR>When two police officers arrived out of the blue at Paul Connolly's door he learned the shocking news that, out of the eight children with whom he had grown up in care only two were still alive. The revelation unearthed painful memories of a childhood that, until this point. Paul had tried desperately to put behind him.<BR><BR>Abandoned at two weeks old, Paul came of age in the infamous St. Leonard's Children's Home in East London. The children there were routinely abused, often over the course of many years. All were underfed and unloved and told that they would amount to nothing. Angry and frustrated, Paul channelled his rage into boxing - but when an accident shattered his ambition to turn professional, he found his true calling and became a successful trainer, even working as a consultant on the pilots for a top model's fitness video.<BR><BR>Paul has now finally found peace and fulfilment beyond anything he could have imagined all those years ago: he is happily married with two children and, through his work, he helps to heal broken bodies, build confidence and transform lives. But he will never forget his past and the unnecessary victims of a broken society.