Rangis Ride For Charity

Hi my name is Trevor Turner more commonly known as my chosen name Rangi, and this is my story of how i got into charity work.

My calling to help people came at a young age and i have been into worlds that scared me but was chosen to do so by being spiritually conditioned through dreams and deep embedded feelings that were so over whelming, left me no choice but to follow.I met people through dreams before meeting them in person and have helped people without knowing why!

I have had family and friends die of alot of illnesses in my life, but two major incidents impacted me personally that much, and with the feeling of helplessness, and a promise to a very close first cousin,

more like a brother, enlightened me to why i was chosen.

"The first devastation"

In 2004 my niece Shontell Berryman 14 years old was diagnosed with a " Brain Tumor" in her central lobe. Her father Joseph Berryman, and all family members were all devastated, as she was a very sporting person, and so full of life, and to had a dream of entering Australian idol. Due to a botch operation, left her partially paralised on one side. Although she was young and scared, she had no idea what was happening to her but could see what was happening to her father. I got the sense that she was more worried and scared for him, and sad she was going to leave him alone. My cousin sat by her bedside, supporting her and praying, until the cancer finally took her life at the age of 16 1/2 yrs old, leaving behind a destroyed father and sister and a very heartbroken family at the loss of inocence and youth before she could experience all her first in life.

"The second devastation".

The love and devotion this man had for his daughters, he was mother, father and best friend to them, and to see this touched us all deeply.

Not only seeing a heartbroken father, but the toll it took on him emotionally and physically due the time he spent by her bedside 24hrs everyday until her passing, not wanting to leave her side and her not wanting him to leave her side, left him empty, scared, lost, morbidly obese, and in a deteriorating condition, "now" fighting for his life, with many ailments but the worst being a broken heart, for the sake of his older daughter. I dreamt about him alot and was aware of his deteriorating condition, and flew from WA to Sydney, for which, would be my very last visit, while he was alive. What i saw, devastated me, and haunted me for along time after as i was called there to perform a difficult task that i never wanted to do. I spent a week, with my cousin, at the hospital he was bed ridden. In that week i massaged his legs swollen with fluid, while we had a korero. "A korero i would never forget". Seeing and hearing, how heart broken and lost he was, was painful enough, I was there to tell him something that no one else would. I shared with him as much strength as i could muster, to get him to the very best that he would ever be, and once reached the stage, where he was sitting up out of bed, and finally walking 20 yards with the assistance of a walker and oxygen. I started preparing myself for what was going tom be one of the most painful experiences i had faced.

" The third devastation"

I focused my attention on "his mother", Judy Chase, having to clean him and dedicate her waking moments, to do for him, as he had done for his daughter. I sat and talked with her outside the hospital when we got time away from my cousin and started to see the unmistakable pattern that she too would get seriously ill which would almost claim her life due to the toll it was taking on her, "to watch her son rapidly deteriorate before her eye's, after losing a daughter and granddaughter and another daughter fighting for her life with throat cancer" and feeling helpless which is hard for any parent to take.

"The fourth devastation"

After days of us both talking crying and laughing, i sat with my cousin and started to tell him why i was sent there. I painfully told him, his time was up here and it was time for him to go be by his daughters side and to break the cycle of what i could see continuing. We both cried a deep soulful cry, He thanked me for having the guts to say what no one would say to him and, he needed to hear this.

His last words to me were" cuz i could have taken my life or absorbed myself in drugs and alcohol but i went back to church, but the one thing that scares me is i haven't got a testimony to tell!", but he did, and we witness it in his love, commitment, devotion and loss. I made a promise to my cousin that day, before i left for the airport. I would tell their story of all i have seen and heard, and both their lives will have not been in vain. I left reliving that last moment we shared with the feeling of completely helpless. I did not attend my cousins funeral because i could not face seeing him in a casket and to keep my last memory of us talking and him at his best under the circumstances. . One day it came to me how to tell his story and pass their legacy on, to help others. I set an impossible goal for myself, which was to dedicate myself to charity work. "Cancer Research" to be exact, so i started preparing myself, Due to a work injury i could not ride my motorbike and had resorted to riding my daughters pushbike to get to work as i had not rode a bike in over 10 yrs this became my impossible goal to release my internal scream. "To ride for charity". A few months later, i got word my father, Trevor Turner snr who i had just gotten to know after 25yrs, and i had not seen in 10 yrs had kidney failure and was on daily dialysis, and had been on a waiting list for the same period. I contacted him and I offered my kidney, which he refused, this left me with that helpless feeling again. With anger and sleepless nights, i decided i was going to add "Kidney Foundation" to my charity in his honour, and after i completed this ride, i was going to offer my kidney to him again believing he couldn't refuse me again. I met a good lady, now a very good friend Helen Hatch, of IMGlobal promotions. She helped me set everything up, for the charity ride. Four weeks prior to my ride I was coward punched, and slipped into a coma from bleeding on the brain, and was flown to Royal Perth Hospital by the Royal Flying Doctors Services. I came out of the coma three days later, after continuous overpowering subconscious thoughts of my ride. Against doctors advice and my sister, who was support driver but pulling out, because they were worried and believed i would not make this ride due to my condition. This only enhanced my determination to ride on the scheduled date i had set 30/10/2013 because i believed the ride had to happen then. I had suffered short term memory loss, stuttering and loss of co-ordination, but my determination was stronger than ever. I eventually got myself back on the bike and started my preparation all over again. On the set date and after getting my head shaved at the Kalgoorlie regional hospital i set off from Kalgoorlie to Perth 620km with a good friend, Nick D Klizia and my then 6 month pregnant partner, Chrissy Oneil as my support crew . Fate or coincidence, with 90 km left of my ride i was pulled over by my two sisters crying and screaming "DAD". My heart dropped as i thought the worse. They told me he had received a kidney, and was flying to Newcastle Hospital for the transplant.

I rode for Cancer Council and the Kidney Foundation Australia using everyday hero accounts and had an offline account for the Kalgoorlie Regional Hospital, newly opened chemo and dialysis wards. My second ride was escorting a cancer survivor Laura Edwards, of Laura and the Red Cape Riders, on the same journey, in her quest to give back to Red Kite where my son Rangi McGowan decided to join me. My third charity was with some very good friends for The Goldfields Medieval faire, for the RFDS, a vital resource for rual outback Australia and for saving "my life". In 2014 my mum Sonjia Berryman took a second turn for the worse, so i gave up my life in Australia to come back to look after her, and be by her side. I am thankful to say she has recovered and her health has improved. Since being back on home soil, many family members here, were dying at an alarming rate, from cancer and suicide. "This has set me on another challenge". So 01/08/2016 i will embark another bike ride, from the top of the north island to the bottom off the south island, for the two organization listed below.

In conclusion we gave our mother with the help of our father in heaven the a second chance at life to rectify all her mistakes and live life to its fullest without the restraints and boundries she had until she past May 30th 2016, My brother got diagnosed in September 2016 on the month I was scheduled to ride so I had to postpone my ride t stand by my brother to fight his cancer. Now although this is hard for me to write, It is the truth and I hope it will help those, who face any life taking illnesses. My brother had a biopsy to remove a tumour on his arm back in 2012 and was told that they had all of it, but the reality was there was a leak and it started to spread. My brother did not go for follow ups due to many reasons that would come back to haunt him and devistate our whanau. As we were on a contract he started with a dry cough that would not leave, and despite my hasselling him, He refused to see a doctor. We finished that contract and started another, but he was always real tired, and lumps started to appear all over his body and he had aches and pains all over. He eventually went to the doctors and after test came back he was informed that he was riddled in cancer throughout his whole body, brain and lungs, stage 4. This devastated me and drop me to my knees as I dreamt this. I had never known my brother that well and had just really started to get to know him, and for the first time in our lives it was just me and him, I met his partner all his kids and his newborn. My brother made me promise to tell no one! despite my request to let the family know and that cancer moves fast and time was of the essence. I broke that promise and made the call. My oldest sister was studying alternative therapies and we soon had him on raw products to starve the cancer and we almost beat it, but my brother confessed to me that he could not carry on like that and felt resentment to us cause of his love for food and felt like ending his life then and there. I sat my brother down and asked him if he wanted to fight or just enjoy quality of life, he chose the quality, so in my eye's the fight was over and my calling became to walk him out. The family became deeply involved and they brought the fight with them to take this cancer out and they tried every method available to no avail as he cut them down left right and centre. I made a proimise to my brother to keep it real and straight up, let the final decision be made by him, not treat him any different, look after his family as a whole and individually which I maintained to the end. I was homeless at the time and lived in my car in parks houses we were demolishing and eventually in his mother inlaws drive way to be close to him. As the cancer progressed so did attitudes and feelings from him and all that surrounded him and fighting from within started, everyone turning on each other while I tried to maintain the promises made and not lose focus. When we took hime to Hospice his partner and mine and myself stayed there 24/7 so I could take care of his physical, mental, emotional and spiritual needs and prepare him for his last journey here and new journey on the otherside. This was heartbreaking and draining but I would do it all over again. My brother recently passed and it was not through cancer but his own ignorance to all that was available. I am now back into training for this ride and I will set the new date soon and it is more important to me now as yes he did have a life taking illness but I know Ignorance took his life. I since had a heart attack Nov 2017 but have been training in the gym and will ride from Cape Rienga to the Bluff on the 09/10/2018 by pushbike on my 50th birthday. I am riding for Totara Hospice and Mike Kings Key to life suicide prevention. I am writing to show reason, passion and commitment, for something that i believe in so strongly, that i am prepared to put my all out there and on the line. I am seeking volenteers for a committee, sponsers, funds, and supporters to help me achieve this for the well being of future generations, i have been in training and preparation for the past four months. I thank you all for your time regarding this matter and respectfully hope you can assist in any way, to help save lives. Attached are endorsement letters from the two mentioned organisations i will ride for. what we offer in return for your support is advertising and links across our social media pages, mentions in all media interviews, sponsers name on shirts and support vehicle and bike if sponsered to be raffled off after ride in sponsers name.

Yours humbly Rangi

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