My older brother was born with cerebral palsy.
My mother almost died giving birth to him.
Half his body doesn’t work. He can’t even grasp a fork with one hand. He wears out shoes every few months from dragging one leg.
And yet I will never forget the night my younger brother spiraled into depression, seriously questioning whether life was still worth living. It was my older brother, through tears and sobbing, who pleaded with him to see the good still waiting.
I remember how he described the little joys of life in ways I had never considered. He noticed beauty I had walked right past. Through his eyes, life felt richer and fuller.
I am grateful for his perspective every day and infinitely grateful he is alive.
Because in a body that fights him at every turn, he still chose to become the light for someone else. And that choice didn’t just save my brother.
He taught us what it really means to live.
He’s living proof that everyBODY, no matter how broken, deserves the chance to love this life and find its quiet joys.
Some family lore. Back when he played hockey my great grandfather made very little so he was a dairy farmer in the off season, when his son was scouted for the NHL and you had to be 21 to sign without parental permission my great grandfather refused. So his son went to Harvard and came back to Alberta and started Stantec.
@FastbreakHoops5 Never quit attitude, effective leader, didn’t quit and go to another team when things were tough. Most teammates were better statistically. LeBron James could be argued as a better athlete that’s about it.
@kevinolearytv@JP_Rossco As much as I dislike Trudeau, he’s just one vote in the house, the rest of the MP’s consistently voted for the trash that we have today. Immigration out of control. We now have 24% of the pop not born here and TWFs that cost 10 times more than they added to the economy.