Hope … a trek across the nation.
Maritimes behind them … leaving their struggles behind.
We arrived … at Manhattan … but it’s not New York … it’s the name of the building.
Building smells … sewer smell often permeates the apartment.
Thin walls … shift workers … noises at all hour of the day.
Stressed family … crying children … neighbours threatening to call Child Services.
Hope … a brand new apartment building … on the edge of construction.
Neighbourhoods under construction viewed from the balcony of my new home.
Cement floors … no furniture … uneasy sleep
… but the community cares … gift baskets … donated furniture … feelings of belonging in our new home.
Canada Day Parades … community pride … we are part of the community
Hot tempers … health issues … domestic dispute … policemen visit.
Hope … a brand new rented townhouse … 1st to live there … our place …
1st shower … leaking pipes … a building check missed … signs of rapid building in our community.
Daughter struggling … cruel kids … fearing that what they do not understand … tourettes … but kids don’t care.
Determination … resilient … very proud … my daughter is recognized and awarded by her school for her struggles. Our family love of the community grows.
Family vacations … REAL family vacations! Another trek … Jasper … Banff … Canmore … Calgary … Drumheller … Edmonton … then back up highway 63.
Hope … qualify for subsidy to buy a new house. Surreal … I’m making over 100K … but money means nothing in this northern community.
Viewing … inspections … family approves … we moved in in April 2009. A feeling of establishment in our forested community.
Another big family vacation … back to the Maritimes … for the 1st time since we left in 2007.
Family reunions … some good … some not …
It’s fall! Girl Guides! Daughter ostracized … leaders show no understanding of my daughter’s tourettes.
Pain … anger … a loss of faith. People you’d work with at the city decide your daughter’s fate.
Hope … the Aurora Choir! My daughter sings with so many other girl and boys from the community.
The Olympic Flame … will visit our community before it reaches the west coast of BC.
Special preparations … excited choir … but not for my daughter … one leader and children’s parents decide to kick my daughter out of the choir … mere days before the Olympic Flame arrives in our community.
… sadness creeps in … the community … does it really care? More loss in faith ….
Hope … private singing lessons for my daughter to amend and fix the actions of those who did not understand.
The Olympic GAMES! I’m watching Canada playing hockey in BC.
Tempers flare … loud voices … a trio of policemen arrive and stare …
A flinch … handcuffs on … pleas of understanding fail to reach the ears of a trio of policemen who don’t care.
Jail … my daughter is in jail! All due to an innocent flail.
Pacing … pacing … outside of the jail … policemen hold my daughter in the bowels of the municipal building that I go to every working day.
Heart breaking … my mind turns … faith lost in the community … my soul … has a new hollow feeling about a community that took my family in.
Hope … My community … I still have my community at work that will help mend my damaged soul.
Elected officials plot … plan … to bring a hatchet man in … as they promise their staff that everything is OK with a sinister grin.
FEAR! Patronizing talk … meetings of “father knows best” … rumours and tales abound of managers leaving … let go … with a muzzle like they were somehow the hound.
Clinging … desperate … trying to hang on as toxic waters swirled and drowned.
Hope … I tell my staff … no need to fear … only managers are being jeered.
Head hurts … always hurt … as my management team puts me in my place … preparing for my date with fate.
DESPAIR! Lost my job … to my manager who wanted my job. Lost of trust and faith … my soul scorched and writhing in agony.
Unemployment … PTSD … years looking for full time work … Diabetes 2 … and a heart attack too. My long journey continues to heal my scorched soul.
I had a heart attack in late April … it runs in my family. But as I watch the news about the Fort McMurray forest fire … I can’t help but feel my connection to that community. Fort McMurray have resilient people. I see people I used to work with on TV … people I worked with in meetings. My heart suffered a hit … it changed me … made me think from a different new perspective. I guess … more forgiving … more open … more honest. Fort McMurray also took a hit … they are in the process of healing after the heart of city was threatened by a beast of a forest fire. I’m hoping … going forward … that Fort McMurray will remember what made them great before, during, and inevitably after the fire. This forest fire is a renewal for Fort McMurray … hopefully for a kinder community for families who are hoping for a better future there.