The Kiss

Elise & Corbin steal a Kiss
Elise & Corbin steal a Kiss

Immediately after this photo was taken. Corbin asked to kiss Elise’s mama, Christine. Then, he asked to kiss me. Then he stated, “We all kiss together.”

Are we in trouble?


Recently Mama and I decided that during our nightly cuddle we should express to one another one thing we are grateful for that day. Tonight, Mama said she was grateful that she had a replacement lined up for her Job at the Bunny Farm (a.k.a UVic).

Me? I was grateful for something much more interesting – cake.

One World, One Dream … One Truly Amazing Uncle

Right now in Beijing, China it is 8:45am Monday Morning – The morning of my Uncle Marc’s first sailing race in the 2008 Paralympic Games. And, well, I couldn’t be more proud. Mom has started to teach me that all things and people are amazing & that what makes us unique and wonderful are our differences. Did you know that my cuddle friend Gerome is an amputee? His arm fell off months ago and Mom said that it is not integral to who Gerome is to sew it back on. I still love Gerome and he still loves me. I also have a Pinocchio puppet who lost one leg in a shipping accident – I say shipping because something happened in my suitcase when he flew back from Toronto after Nana and Granddad gave him to me for Christmas in 2006. When he arrived his leg was detached. He is hanging on a hook on my wall and he dances just as good as ever – with only one leg.

I’ve been following some of the news about the Olympics, but only marginally. I’ve been using the games as an opportunity to develop my critical thinking skills & here’s what I’ve come up with. There seem to be two categories of games – The Olympics and the Paralympics. The difference being that one group of athletes is called able bodied and one group is what they call handicapped. Now, I don’t know if you have all met my Uncle Marc, but to see him walking down the street – he looks pretty ‘Able’. But, I do get the difference & I do see why there should be separate competitions to even the playing ground. After all, it is possible that Paralympic runner Oscar Leonard Carl Pistorius – a.k.a. “Blade Runner” – with his Cheetah Flex-Foot carbon fibre transtibial artificial limbs could beat the Olympic Gold Medalist Usain Bolt. I”m not saying, I”m just saying…

From my perspective, though, the biggest difference between the Olympic athlete and the Paralympic athlete is that the Paralympic athlete has already trained and won his/her own games. Each and every athlete has a story. I’m not saying that those who participate in the Olympics with all their bits and pieces attached and fully functioning have not had to overcome personal challenges. Every athlete has to learn to push themselves beyond anything they have ever imagined. But, I venture to guess that the average Paralympic athlete has an even more miraculous story to tell. A story of hardship, challenge, perseverance & triumph. One that has them climbing the proverbial mountain to overcome a personal setback that affects the very way in which they live, see and function in the world. An olympic game that your average able bodied chap does not necessarily have to participate in. My Granddad and Nana have been to see my brother sail and they can testify that there are some amazing stories out there. And, I know from the stories that my Mom has told me about Uncle Marc that he has truly already won an Olympic Medal in the game of life.

For this, and the fact that he got to be Team Canada’s flag bearer in the opening ceremonies, I am very proud to be his nephew.

If you want to follow my Uncle’s Sailing competitions – he sails a Sonar by the way and is on a team with Ken Kelly and Don Terlson – you can go to his Athletes Profile on the Paralympic Games site.

You can also learn more about Uncle Marc’s team by visiting the Team Raven Blog.

And, you can watch the games on or on CBC


I can hear you

I’m learning how the world works. My big brother, on hearing that his new bed was finally paid for, decided to sleep on the floor for a week