He's best known as the cross-dressing ex husband of glamour model Katie Price. But did you know cage fighter Alex Reid once appeared in the film Sliding Doors? Alex, now 41, appeared as a waiter in the 1998 flick starring Gwyneth Paltrow and John Hannah. With a crisp pink shirt, a mop of curly hair and a youthful complexion, Alex looks barely recognisable. The Celebrity Big Brother winner has also appeared in Channel 4 soap Hollyoaks, as well as in a number of pantomimes. Speaking about a recent performance in a musical, he said: "People forget that I am an actor and have done my fair share of performing." These days Alex is less fresh-faced and more battered and bruised after returning to the cage fighting ring in a bid to pay off around £400,000 of debts after bitter splits from Katie and Chantelle Houghton . Alex, who has three-year-old daughter Dolly with ex-girlfriend Chantelle , made his return against Spanish fighter Manuel Garcia on a Bellator Mixed Martial Arts promotion at the O2 Arena in London after four years away from the sport.

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A problem with the Siding Doors interpretation is that you get to know only one outcome and never the other alternativesWhen I was a graduate student living in a hospital dorm with other (graduate and medical) students, a bunch of us women sat around the kitchen table, wondering why , on a Saturday night, all of us desirable young creatures were dateless.fly screen doors manchesterThe problem, (as I identified it), was that we were all sitting around the 11th floor kitchen table, where Prince Charming was unlikely to materialize and discover our assets.“garage door parts wirralIf we want to meet men, we have to put the table in the elevator!”So we moved the table and four chairs into the elevator , got a deck of playing cards and began a gameIt was not a busy evening and for at least 10 minutes, the elevator remained on the 11th floor.

This was long enough for us to forget where we were and why.Suddenly, the elevator began to descend. All of us drew breaths.When the door opened on the ground floor, in came a male medical student, who was of course, shocked to see us. We engaged him in conversation and bade him good night when he reached his floor.By the time the evening ended, we were experienced greeters and had met scores of students and medical residents going to their on-call rooms.Fast forward a few years . I had moved to Boston for a fellowship at Mass Eye & Ear Infirmary . Only a few weeks after my arrival, the Sheraton Hotel hosted a Halloween party. I attended and wore a costumeAt this event, a young man approached saying “I KNOW you!”“I just moved to Boston” (And, I’m disguised by a costume)“Yes I do. You were playing cards in the elevator at the Mt Sinai Hospital!”Then he went on to tell me we had met yet one OTHER time! Apparently, while in Israel, I had stopped him in the hallway of the Hadassah Hospital and had asked him (in Hebrew) where to find the Chagall windows.

And he had answered me in Hebrew, so , at that passing moment, we merely seemed familiar to each other but didn’t recognize the NYC connection.According to this guy, (currently an intern at Mass General Hospital), he had just gotten divorced and was now seeking a new partner.To both of us, this seemed like the hand of Fate- arranging for us to meet three times in three different cities!For this reason we tried especially hard to make a relationship work.But whatever magic is needed for that to happen, nothing really did for us. We ultimately vanished from each other.In fact, we both left Boston to return to NYC at the same time, but did not exchange contact informationIf things had worked between us, we would have called our Boston meeting a Sliding Doors momentBut they didn’t work.And of course, it makes me wonder why Fate would go to so much trouble to arrange a mismatch when for the same effort, it could have have provided a soul mate.The idea that simple moments can completely change the direction of one’s life may be hard to believe- but if I really trace the line back to my own sliding door moment, it would be totally true.

It all boils down to a flat tire.It was 1996, Boston. After a few years of working in my field as a family counselor, I began to feel I needed to make some kind of a move. I had been looking in the want ads in the Sunday paper at jobs (yes, this is what we did back then!).One day I discovered an ad for teaching English in Japan. I had been taking Spanish classes in the hope that I would take a trip to Guatemala and I had no prior interest in visiting Japan, let alone working there. But something pulled me to apply. I sent in my resume and a letter (by snail mail, because that’s how we did it back then).A few weeks later, I got the call for an interview. The idea seemed so far out of my realm of possibility, but I decided to follow the thread of curiosity that was leading me.On the morning of the interview, I was a bit too relaxed. Perhaps, I didn’t actually think I’d get the job. By the time I got out to my car, I had just enough time to get to the interview downtown in Boston. There was only one problem.

I had a flat tire.Now this is the part of the story that you can imagine me, as Gwyneth Paltrow, running down the stairs of the train only to have the sliding train doors close just at the moment of her reaching them.I stood there wondering what to do. Did I want to pursue going to the interview after all, or should I just take it as a sign that it wasn’t meant to be?After a few moments of walking back toward the house slowly, I decided to go for it. I ran to the nearest subway stop which was about 10 minutes from my house.And this decision changed the entire course of my life.I got to the interview late. It was a group interview and everyone was dressed up in suits and ties. I was way under dressed. They kept asking me questions about Japan and why I wanted to go there and I had no idea what to say. My answers were shallow, not prepared, and ill thought out. Not to mention I was late and under dressed.After leaving the interview, I went over to Harvard Square to meet a friend for coffee at the Au Bon Pain outside.

While I waited, I got out my deck of Tarot cards as I had been taking a class on how to read the cards. I asked the deck what my future plans entailed and whether I would be going to Japan, knowing full well I blew the interview.The cards came up with all of the traveling and work cards… clearly it was telling me yes, I would be going far away for work. I was in total disbelief.But let’s return to the sliding doors, or in my case, the flat tire which served as the sliding doors metaphor.As you can see from my last name, I did get the job in Japan. In fact, I met my husband only a month or so after arriving there. And this began my relationship with him which compelled me to stay in Japan for 5 more years.After we married, I ended up doing a retreat in India with a spiritual teacher. I would not have gone to India if I did not already live in Japan. I would not have gone to India if my marriage had already been failing. This retreat sparked a decade long involvement with the spiritual teaching, community, and teacher.