An extraordinary journey from being an abused child to a celebrity confessor. This one must be true. Daily Telegraph
Michael Seed is a man of warmth and humour and deep faith too, honed through his overcoming of terrible adversity. It has enabled him to empathise with those from all walks of life who have themselves endured great suffering. Catherine Pepinster, editor of The Tablet
This book is dedicated to my grandmother, Mary Ramsden, and Cardinal Basil Hume O.S.B., O.M.. I also wish to remember those beloved people who have given me a part in their lives these past fifty years.
Martina Cole, Novelist
I have known Michael for a good number of years now, and he never ceases to amaze me. My son, Chris, is also a friend, and on many occasions we have all shared a drink, and humorous stories together, over meals in our favourite Soho restaurants.
Hes a great friend if one is needed, and a good listener, with a compassion and fair mindedness that puts most people to shame.
Hes also a wonderful priest and very good company. Michael, as my old mum used to say, could make a cat laugh. He has a great humour that brings to his story the human element which is missing from so many other tragic biographies.
His love for his mother, and his belief that somewhere, and at some time, a life would eventually beckon which would help him overcome all the ills that had befallen him, made me feel a new vigour for my own life and troubles.
I read this manuscript with some trepidation, because after all, this was the awful story of his private life, talking about things he had previously only hinted at in our conversations.
However, after sitting mesmerised for half the night, my feelings were mainly of deep sorrow, and a deeper sadness that someones life should be so blighted by the very people who were supposed to love him, cherish him and mature him.
My most overwhelming emotion though, was one of complete and utter admiration, for a man who could overcome such an upbringing, and instead of using it as an excuse for the sorry state of his life, could overcome it, to such an extent, and make other peoples lives better. Michael can reach inside himself, and take his own experiences and use them to understand the plight of others.
This book is not an easy read, but it has one thing so many of these tragic biographies often lack. There is no self pity and no Oh why me?
Rather he seems to have accepted it all as part of a greater plan.
Read this story and weep, knowing that every word is true, but expect, as I did to feel a connection with this sad child, who knew, deep in his heart, there was something better waiting for him, and who ultimately found it by giving himself over to a higher authority, and by dedicating his life to people less fortunate than himself.
Michael is a lovely man and a wonderful friend. He is kindness itself, and has a gentleness that brings out the best in people.
I hope you read this and feel a difference in your own life, as I did in mine. Because no matter what happens to him he finds a way to overcome it and make some good come out of it. Thats something we can all understand at some time in our own lives
Lord Jeffrey Archer
Father Michael Seed is a rare and remarkable man, whose life story is far more incredible than any bestselling novel.
Michael mixes with prime ministers and ordinary folk and treats us all with the same kindness, warmth and wisdom that have won him so many friends from all walks of life.
His story is an inspiration to us all, and in particular for anyone who feels life has been hard on them, for Michael has overcome obstacles that would have put off a battle-hardened marine let alone a normal mortal.
But, above all, what shines through in this book is Michaels faith which has sustained him through so many troubles on a journey that will keep you turning the pages, and in the end you can only wonder what else is in store for this man who can best be described as the Good Samaritan.
The Right Honourable Ann Widdecombe MP
Michael Seed was the priest who converted me to Catholicism and received me into the Church in the midst of a media circus which turned the normally quiet, dignified Westminster Cathedral into a veritable bedlam. Life was not the same for either of us thereafter.
In the 20 years since we first met, I have got to know Michael well, not only as a priest but also as a close friend. He is humorous, kind and a very dedicated friar but, from time to time, he has dropped hints of a time when life was bleak and those of us who know him know also that his childhood was scarred by a suicide. Nothing could have prepared me for the real story which is truly scandalous in the number of adults who passed by on the other side while an innocent child fell victim to bullies and perverts.
That Michael emerged clever, sensitive, kind and sane is a genuine miracle and we should all thank God for this mans resurrection from hell. Read on and wonder
A large part of me felt that this book should never have seen the light of day. There is no one to blame but myself. Finally, after years of discussion with my good friend, publisher John Blake, it is over. Am I happy? I dont know. Close friends tell me it will help others a glimmer of consolation. This book is very basic and brutal and I hate its content myself. I can only apologise to those who might now see me in a different light.
I wish to record my deepest thanks to my dear friend of nearly twenty years, Noel Botham, without whose dedicated help this book would not have been possible.
If you read my book you will no longer be surprised I needed assistance in its writing. My problem in committing anything to paper has been a continuing, and emotionally disabling one. Even today, all my sermons and lectures are planned mentally, and remembered. I can give an hour-long talk without even referring to notes there are no notes. Nature appears to have compensated for my severe dyslexia and difficulties with written communication by blessing me with an exceptional memory.
In the past Noel has helped me with two books to raise funds for The Passage, the charity for the homeless founded by the late Cardinal Basil Hume. It seemed only natural, when I agreed to tell my story, that I should again seek his help.
I trusted him to transfer my spoken word to the pages of this book as far as is humanly possible, and he has done a remarkable job, even down to capturing my emotional reaction to fully reliving it for the first time.
I would also like to thank John Blake and his wonderful team for their sensitive handling of the book and its publication.
O ur family lived in one of Manchesters worst slums, a neighbourhood long condemned by the council and gradually being demolished around us, street by street, house by house.
My earliest memories are of Mammy and me wanting to escape. Not from the squalor of life in Openshaw, but from the terror and the hatred and the violence. From the man who beat and tortured us: my daddy. The best we managed together was to steal away in the afternoons with a friend of Mammys. They were the only happy moments I remember from my childhood.
I did try to run away alone once to live with the gypsies but I was found and dragged home and beaten unconscious by Daddy. I was too terrified to ever try again.