EVERY now and then, when I’m thoroughly fed up of whingers and moaners who don’t know just how lucky they are, I like to read a story about someone whose achievements in the face of adversity put these grumbling souls firmly in their place.

Coincidentally, there are two of them today so I’m hoping it might have twice the effect on the belly-aching minority.

Neil Heritage probably wouldn’t have been rowing 3,000 miles across the Atlantic later this year if he’d remained a Corporal in the Royal Signals bomb disposal squad.

But an Iraqi suicide bomber put paid to his career and both his legs.

Neil has close links to the Echo and its readers and he’s always been keen to support fellow ex-servicemen who have suffered similar war traumas, as well as the Help For Heroes charity that supported him.

And for those of us who hack our way round Dorset’s wonderful courses playing golf – or Find The Ball as I like to call it – the exploits of 10-year-old Leo Millar are as impressive as they are infuriating.

He can hit the ball 180 yards, has a perfect swing, but only recently picked up his first club. Oh and he’s close to becoming a karate black belt. And he’s only got one hand.

His story – and that of Neil Heritage – shows the kind of remarkable spirit that should shame anyone sitting there moaning about the weather, the traffic or their workload.