Storyteller
I was so busy admiring how beautiful Tim Horton’s Field and the surrounding area looked on this day, talking with my new friends from around Canada, and enjoying this time with my wife and my family, that the game was just where the lights were shining.
Perhaps it’s just a game, but life isn’t. These lessons our kids learn about being part of a team, working together towards a joint end goal, building friendships, overcoming obstacles, dealing with heartbreak and adversity with love and respect, the joy and reward in giving life their all, and the importance of being part of a broader community, that’s what this game is truly all about.
From de-robing Ku Klutz Klan members to leaving one’s faith and family because people showed compassion and patience in the face of hate – allowing someone to see the error in their ways – there are so many examples within this program that show us the ability of people to make drastic character transformations, which makes it easy to believe that the hard work of programs like the Theory of Enchantment is worth the possibilities its examples exhibit.
My employer is hosting social events for its employees across its Ontario operations, and today was the outing for our area at GameTime Social. It has been a while since I have seen many of these people, and I find myself back home with my bucket full from hugs, handshakes, and good cheer.
Within these divided times, I think a lot about trust and truth. The purpose of public education. The place for politics. The harm in our social discourse. The worth in our labels and our relentless need for group identity. Maybe it’s time we focus on what defines our common humanity?
I listened to songs like Somebody by Depeche Mode or Haven’t Met You Yet by Michael Bublé – dreaming of that love that I knew was out there. It took 42 years, and it’s everything I knew was out there for me, to make me truly feel complete. Who knew that Twitter was where I’d find forever.
Just because a relationship ends, doesn’t mean love cannot last forever because at one point, they were your everything. How can they ever become your nothing?
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A series of letters about engaging in conversations that often divide, in an effort to find a common path forward.