If anyone had told me in the summer of 1979 that within three years I should be unable to walk, speak, write by hand and feed myself, then surely I would have gone to pieces emotionally and perhaps spiritually. After all, I had just enjoyed a vigorous walking holiday in North Wales, descending from Snowdon by the difficult Crib Goch route… Since hearing the diagnosis, I have been struggling to come to terms with the implications of this illness – no, ‘struggling’ is the wrong word, for as my physical power has waned, so faith has been wonderfully strengthened… I feel surrounded and upheld by God’s love.

Walter Martin, 1984