Jeff and Clare Curtis came to me from my friend and agent of sorts, Luke Shipman of The London Ghostwriting Company, who found me via a family friend, University of Oxford alum-writer-thespian-creative, Jacqueline Haigh, who herself was a ghost at TLGC. Team Curtis asked me to meet them at the Breakfast Club on London’s famed Canary Wharf, which was exciting in and of itself. Theirs was an enthralling story of survival, belied by the erudite and kind faces of the couple sitting across the table from me.
Though quintessentially British, they had expatriated to Dubai and after years of failed pregnancies had finally succeeded in reaching six months with everything looking good for an easy delivery. In anticipation of this big moment in their lives, they took a “babymoon” to one of the most isolated and beautiful islands of The Maldives. As fate would have it, Clare’s history of difficulties resurfaced and their son was born prematurely, so tiny he could be held in the human hand.
But that’s not the story.
The story is that he was born during an angry storm that prevented evacuation…and so the adventure began, Team Curtis and son in the hand, Cameron, using eight of their nine lives to survive. Now Cameron is a healthy two-year-old with a legacy, and publishers and motion picture companies are circling. Rarely have I met such a tenacious and brilliant couple whose disposition is one of such kindness.