For those interested in attending my mother’s memorial, it will be held at:
First Memorial 4725 Falaise Dr. Victoria, BC on Saturday March 13th, 2010 at 11:00am
In Theresa’s memory, donations can be made to Victoria Hospice Foundation, Stadacona Centre, 1510 Fort St. V8S-5J2 (250-952-5720). Flowers graciously declined.
They say that each of us is but a single drop of water in the great blue sea. But that some drops…sparkle.
My mother was an amazing woman with a strong will and kind heart. She battled cancer for the last 5 years and was surrounded at all times with words of encouragement, best-friends, love, sudoku puzzles, crosswords, her friends grandchildren, crock-pots of amazing food, baked treats and people I can never thank enough. She fought a hard fight and was able to spend quality time with us during our trip to Tofino in the summer of 2009. She passed March 3, 2010 in the presence of her immediate family and friends.
I love her with all my heart and will miss her laughs, her wisdom and her love for life.
Thank-you to all the friends and family who have given their time, strength, conversation, encouragement and faith during this time. For that I cannot thank you enough.
All I ask for are your prayers, condolences, kind words and help through this difficult time.
Since the Vancouver 2010 Olympics came to a close and Canada finished with its best medal-count ever setting a record for the most medals received for a host country and most gold medals, there’s been a lot of talk about the “Own the Podium” (OTP) campaign. This was introduced in 2005 and provided transparency for the traditional providers as well as Corporate providers of funds to National Sports Development Associations into where their money was to be spent.
After the first week of competition, I was skeptical of the OTP as the results were nowhere near where they were predicted to be. But as the games closing drew nearer the Canadian athletes finished very strong and proved me and many other Canadians wrong about our ability to “own the podium”.
One concern I saw with this was the affiliation of Corporate funding to events. I would hate to hear something like: “This gold medal in Men’s downhill brought to you by Bell Canada….”. There should only be one logo affiliated with any result in the Olympics – Winter or Summer and it is that of our National Flag. Every brand I’ve worked with wants their logo splashed and tagline read with every success they accomplish and my worry is that this is where the Olympic Games are headed…. As many media reports pointed out – The Olympics are a big business.
Canada achieved a better result because of not-only the usual sponsors but because more people got involved with local and school-level sports development. There was more money for kids to learn how to ski, luge, skate and curl and many people got out of the proverbial armchair, rolled their sleeves up and helped develop the athletes that brought home Gold Medals in Vancouver.
This brings me to the (perhaps) crowning achievement of the Canadian team, the Men’s Hockey team winnning Gold. CBC published the credo that adorned their dressing-room wall and it’s a testament to the will and determination they showed in battling through each round to meet the US Men’s team again in the final game:
LEAVE NO DOUBT
That this is our game.
That this is our time.
That 14 days in February will be 2 weeks for the ages.
That every day counts.
That every meeting matters.
That every practice makes a difference.
That each one of us will rise to every occasion.
That this isn’t about us, it’s about our country.
That we know 33 million Canadians will attend every game.
That home ice is an advantage.
That nothing can distract us.
That nothing will stop us.
That our determination will define us.
That we are built to win.
That we are a team of character.
That we are a team of destiny.
So let the world be warned on February 28, 2010, we will …
Simplicity \Sim*plic”i*ty\, n. [F. simplicit['e], L. simplicitas.
The quality or state of being not complex, or of consisting of few parts; as, the simplicity of a machine. [1913 Webster]
Freedom from artificial ornament, pretentious style, or luxury; plainness; as, simplicity of dress, of style, or of language; simplicity of diet; simplicity of life. [1913 Webster]
I was tired of the same old theme on the site. Tired of people saying they couldn’t find stuff, tired of cropping/photoshopping header images. Here is the vanilla version of the site. Clean, clear concise and to the point. Old school tabs, Old School fonts…. Simplicity!
Before leaving for Cabo San Lucas, Melody (my wife) had gathered a bunch of t-shirts from her school (Calgary Preparatory School) that they were no longer in need of. These t-shirts filled a suitcase which we checked and brought with us to take to the Captain’s Kid’s Daycare Center. This school in Cabo San Lucas, literally a 10 minute drive North of the resort areas that line downtown Cabo was a very eye-opening and humbling experience.
The school is situated in one of the “better off” areas according to the director giving us the tour. We could see that most of the neighbourhood citizens didn’t have running water, electricity or even walls or ceilings over their head. We saw a truck with a loud-speaker on the hood which the driver would read the daily news through as 90+% of the people living there could not read. This driver of the truck was also selling water to those who stopped him in the street – right outside the school.
The school facilities actually started as a simple palapa – or small grass hut – in the neighborhood. After years of donations and support the facility now has classrooms, a medical clinic, shelter, showers, running water, a kitchen and secure entry for all the children. Patricia Lozano, the director who showed us the school mentioned the need for security considering the poor conditions of the surrounding area. When we were there, the thrift shop that the school also operates out of the facility was closed due to the fact that no one has any money until people are paid on the 15th of the month.
During the visit we went through each of the classes with children in the age-range of 1-5 years old. Melody, being a pre-school teacher, taught the kids couple of songs and all I could do was snap pictures and sing along. Despite the tough conditions of the neighborhood and some of the heartbreaking stories about some of the kids attending the school, the children seemed so happy to have visitors and were constantly smiling and waving and craving attention.
We gave the t-shirts to Patricia and last week received the photo (above) of all the student population wearing their “Calgary Preparatory School” t-shirts and ball-caps that we’d donated to them.
Both Melody and I intend to visit the Captain’s Kids each year we go to Cabo and will donate whatever we can to such an excellent foundation for the children of Cabo San Lucas.
To see the slideshow on Flickr of all the photos taken that day at Captain’s Kids, click the photo above or click here!
This week I posted on Facebook the awful accusations that Pat Robertson made about Haiti making “a pact with the devil” to get out from under the “heel of the French” hence the earthquake was somehow deserved…. Here’s the video.
Dear Pat Robertson, I know that you know that all press is good press, so I appreciate the shout-out. And you make God look like a big mean bully who kicks people when they are down, so I’m all over that action. But when you say that Haiti has made a pact with me, it is totally humiliating. I may be evil incarnate, but I’m no welcher. The way you put it, making a deal with me leaves folks desperate and impoverished. Sure, in the afterlife, but when I strike bargains with people, they first get something here on earth — glamour, beauty, talent, wealth, fame, glory, a golden fiddle. Those Haitians have nothing, and I mean nothing. And that was before the earthquake. Haven’t you seen “Crossroads”? Or “Damn Yankees”? If I had a thing going with Haiti, there’d be lots of banks, skyscrapers, SUVs, exclusive night clubs, Botox — that kind of thing. An 80 percent poverty rate is so not my style. Nothing against it — I’m just saying: Not how I roll. You’re doing great work, Pat, and I don’t want to clip your wings — just, come on, you’re making me look bad. And not the good kind of bad.
Keep blaming God. That’s working. But leave me out of it, please. Or we may need to renegotiate your own contract.
