I Will Hold Your Hand, and Watch the World Spin Madly Around; This Life We’re in…xo

Dear Baby K,

I haven’t met you yet, but I dream about you all of the time.

You would think that I would only dream about you if you were my own kid soon to be born, but you’re my brothers. Regardless, it doesn’t matter; I have loved you since the moment I knew you existed, if its possible I loved you even before that.

I have had some pretty good practice over the past several years at being an uncle, though its a bit different when you become an uncle by blood. Here are a few things I want you to know I will do for you for your entire lifetime. I am sure there are more, but here is the start:

  • I will take a gun course, buy a gun and never use it; I will only take it out when your dad needs backup when you bring your first date and/or boyfriend/girlfriend over to meet the family. I will clean it when you walk in with them; don’t be angry or embarrassed by us. We will help you weed out the bad ones.
  • I will always play with you, read to you, laugh with you, sing and dance with or for you. I don’t care who is watching or what they think.
  • I will take naps with you when you don’t want to sleep. Uncle Adam loves naps.
  • I will learn to do your hair, but don’t be angry if it looks terrible.
  • I will play dress up, I will have pretend tea parties, I will play along whenever you use your imagination, and I will always carry your backpack when it is heavy, no matter what color it is.
  • I will always spoil you, maybe even more than your grandparents on my side of the family, because your grandma is pretty cheap.
  • I will let you get away with things your parents would never let you get away with.
  • I will take you on awesome adventures to the park, to the beach; you name it and we will go.
  • I will give wicked awesome piggyback rides, will swing you around, and play games like hide and seek, grounder, and various forms of tag with you; sometimes I will let you win, sometimes I will try hard to win.
  • I will introduce you to the Foo Fighters and other good, older music to steer you away from the junk that will be playing on the radio when you are born and over the next several years.
  • I will give you your first beer and drink your first beer with you behind your parents back. I will listen to you tell me about sneaking out of your house to party and wont rat you out. I will tell you about stupid crap I did with my friends when I was your age.
  • I will always save the best and longest hugs for you. When you become a teenager, you will have attitude and try to get away from the hugs, but too bad deal with it!
  • I will help teach you how to skate, and also how to take wicked clappers, snappers and wristers.
  • I will attend as many school or extra curricular functions of yours that I am able to, and spoil you after.
  • I will teach you that “Like a Girl” is an empowering phrase and to be confident in yourself  and your abilities always.
  • I will spoil you, but I wont let you become someone who acts spoiled. You will eventually have to earn me spoiling you.
  • I will teach you to give back to and help people who help you, to people less fortunate, to meaningful non-profit organizations, or anyone you see that is in need.
  • I will teach you to see both sides of an argument before forming an opinion, and not to follow social media as a form of legitimate news.
  • I will take your side when you argue with your parents, but only if you actually have a good case; otherwise, you are on your own.
  • I will not let you accept participation trophies ever. You don’t get awards for just showing up, you get them for hard work, resilience, perseverance and excellence in whatever it may be.
  • I will always have your back. I will break through walls, I will take a bullet, I will go through hell, so you never have to.

And Finally,

  • The love I mentioned at the start of this letter. That love is forever. No matter the circumstance, it will never waiver, or expire and will only become stronger for you as I watch you learn and grow and become something and someone amazing.

One more Month!

Love You Baby K-boo and my future Wing-Girl,

Uncle Adam

aka- Best.Uncle.Ever.

aka- Funcle



Truth & Reconciliation: Starting on an Individual Level; The Follow Through.

I apologize for the delay in writing, I swear I have an entire list made of people to talk about, though want to attend to the completion of my 10 chosen calls to action first. Many of these will be ongoing processes to completion, and may never ever be completed or fully do these Calls to Action justice, but this will be my way to at least start conversation and change in the smallest of ways. I have 5 of the calls to action noted below and will explain how I have worked on these as a start, along with my opinions to some of them as well. You may have a differing opinion on what I may have to say, and that is perfectly okay, but please keep the opinions respectful if you share them and if you are not able to be respectful please keep them to yourself. Enjoy!

23. iii. Provide cultural competency training for all healthcare professionals.

I have been lucky enough to live and work in a region that is quite diverse in its population. This includes a wide assortment of white folks from all over the country and from various cultural backgrounds, newcomers to the country, and various indigenous peoples from different nations, cultures, languages and dialects. In Northern Manitoba, I am the minority, with indigenous people making up a large portion of the population; which is awesome! Coming from a predominantly white/European population in Northern Ontario, it has at times been challenging, frustrating, and quite different. I say this thinking back to over 7 years ago to the person I was, in comparison to the person I am now. From a person forming opinions of people with little concept or knowledge of any other culture, to someone who today is continually learning about not just indigenous culture, but other people in general. It is difficult to form an opinion when you have been only taught one side of a story over the course of your education.

I am lucky today to have a workplace that has implemented indigenous cultural competency training, put together by indigenous people and presented by them as well. People with lived experience, able to tell factual stories of how everything came about; the good, the bad and the straight up ugly; and done in a way not to put forth blame on the people today but rather give opportunity for education and bring all people closer together in reconciliation and in moving forward in a good way, while being able to learn from the past. I am also fortunate to have been able to learn from various indigenous educators and friends through asking questions and being open to learn but primarily just listen. Listening has totally changed my life, learning as well. I sat and read the first module of my first online course in Indigenous Social Work from Laurentian University. It was basically the entire history of Canada up until now; from the indigenous perspective. The real, factual history. I sat and bawled my face off at home, thinking “why did nobody teach me this”. I thought I had learned everything; how arrogant of me, but also how humbling. Teaching each other about each other is a giant step to empathy, understanding, forgiveness and reconciliation.

38. We call upon the federal, provincial, territorial, and Aboriginal governments to commit to eliminating the overrepresentation of Aboriginal youth in custody over the next decade.

I don’t know if I have much of an impact in this section. My goal here is to do my part on an individual level to help reduce the representation on indigenous youth in custody. I have worked with the youth in Northern Manitoba for over 7 years, but I am not sure that the work I have done has helped decrease this number. I want to say I hope it has. Whether it has been through working in group homes, through out in the wilderness with groups of youth, through respite work, through assessment and crisis services with youth , their families, caregivers and supports, and now through foster parenting. I hope that what I do has a lasting positive impact on the youth I engage with and that they feel confident enough to steer themselves in the right direction and ultimately make choices that lead to happiness in life, instead of becoming a statistic in the criminal justice system. If you can leave a positive lasting impression on a young indigenous youth, I believe they carry that with them regardless of where you come from, what you look like, and so on and so forth and you just hope that they make choices leading down the good path, the right path for them.

48. We call upon the church parties to the Settlement Agreement, and all other faith groups and interfaith social justice groups in Canada who have not already done so, to formally adopt and comply with the principles, norms, and standards of the United Nations Declaration on the Rights of Indigenous Peoples as a framework for reconciliation. This would include, but not be limited to, the following commitments:

ii. Respecting Indigenous peoples’ right to self-determination in spiritual matters, including the right to practise, develop, and teach their own spiritual and religious traditions, customs, and ceremonies, consistent with Article 12:1 of the United Nations Declaration on the Rights of Indigenous Peoples.

I am not a church party, nor am I a faith group, but I think this call to action can be accomplished with or without the involvement of them. I think this section is extremely important and does relate to what I had just mentioned in regards to youth in custody/criminal justice system. If the youth you are working with show an interest or voice an interest in their culture, traditions, customs, ceremonies, then make sure to find the right indigenous people, leaders, elders for them to connect with and engage with. Even if a youth does not voice an opinion on the topic, find the right people to expose them to it, in all of the various forms and see if the youth connects. This is something I will be working on in my home as I continue to take in teenagers from all walks of life, from various cultures. It is important that indigenous youth especially engage in their culture and traditions, as taught by their people; much of this was taken away throughout history and it is time to make it right.

63. We call upon the Council of Ministers of Education, Canada to maintain an annual commitment to Aboriginal education issues, including:

 iii. Building student capacity for intercultural understanding, empathy, and mutual respect.

I love this one because as I had mentioned before, being a student again has brought me to this place of intercultural understanding, empathy and mutual respect. I don’t think it just stops in being a student though; the learning never really stops and there is so much to learn, on both sides though at this moment it is important to focus on the indigenous side of history, as the euro view has had more than enough time.

I feel it is important to have indigenous culture and studies in all Canadian schools, from elementary to post secondary. All Mandatory! The University of Winnipeg I believe is the first post secondary school to have done so, with amazing results and compelling reactions and comments from non-indigenous and indigenous students alike. My action is to continue to learn as a student, as a social worker in Northern Manitoba, and transfer knowledge I have received to others who may not have the access, availability or opportunity to learn through school or even life experiences.

87. We call upon all levels of government, in collaboration with Aboriginal peoples, sports halls of fame, and other relevant organizations, to provide public education that tells the national story of Aboriginal athletes in history.

I am a sports guy, so this one is obviously going to be a favourite of mine to research. I don’t know that I am able to tell the story of these athletes throughout history, but I want to highlight a few that I do know of.

Carey Price- Price is the goaltender for the Montreal Canadiens, and is a member of British Columbia’s Ulkatcho First Nation. His mother Lynda is a former chief of the First Nation. Many people consider him at this point in time to be the best goaltender in the entire world! Even me, and I cannot stand the Canadiens!

Reggie Leach aka- “The Riverton Rifle”- Leach is of Ojibwe ethnicity, a member of Berens River First Nation in Manitoba. Reggie played in 934 NHL games, tallying 666 points. Just a true beauty!

Stan Jonathan- I bring Stan into the fold here as the third NHL’er because he was just a pure beauty as well. I also brought him into the fold because there were several occasions where he and my uncle Peter Driscoll dropped the gloves and settled some scores on the ice. Both big tough dudes, and Stan played for my beloved Bruins. He is Tuscarora, born in Ohsweken Ontario, a six nations reserve near Brantford, Ontario.

OK, that’s it for now, I know I only focused on hockey I n the last section, but there are s many more great indigenous athletes from all over Canada that have significantly contributed to this country both in and out of their respective sports. I will list some more to check out and then that’s it for now.

-Jordan Tootoo, Ted Nolan, Clara Hughes, Theo Fleury, Jordan Nolan, Tom Longboat, George Armstrong, Jonathan Cheechoo, Rene Bourque, Wayne Bourque, Sharon Bruneau, Wade Redden, Bryan Trottier…..etc.


Your Bawd,



Truth and Reconciliation: Starting on an Individual Level.


Now, I said I was going to pick 10 of the calls to action from the Truth and Reconciliation Commission of Canada and make them my own. I haven’t exactly figured out how I am going to do that yet, but I will soon. As you read the list of calls to action I have selected, you will see many of them are directed at the government. Within these, there is an ability for all of us as Canadians to start following through with these actions on the ground, on the frontlines, in our families, in our communities, in other communities, and individually.

I have to take the next week off as I have exams all week, but once they are done I will be coming back to this and figuring out what I personally can do to step up and complete these ten calls to action, in honour of the 1st Year Anniversary of My Hero Movement, but also because I believe it is essential for us as a country to live up to these calls to action in our own way, and begin to  learn and grow as people, and reconcile with those which our country has pushed aside for hundreds of years. You and I are just as much a part of the healing and reconciliation process as anyone else. We owe it to our brothers and sisters from all nations in this country to get it right this time, for the sake of all of our people in what can be a really wonderful, diverse and prosperous country again.

My First Ten Calls Are Below. Peace and Love,

Your Bawd,


3. We call upon all levels of government to fully implement

Jordan’s Principle.

8. We call upon the federal government to eliminate the

discrepancy in federal education funding for First Nations children being educated on reserves and those First Nations children being educated off reserves.

23. iii. Provide cultural competency training for all healthcare professionals.

34. We call upon the governments of Canada, the provinces, and territories to undertake reforms to the criminal justice system to better address the needs of offenders with Fetal Alcohol Spectrum Disorder (FASD),

including: iii. Providing community, correctional, and parole resources to maximize the ability of people with FASD to live in the community.

38. We call upon the federal, provincial, territorial, and Aboriginal governments to commit to eliminating the overrepresentation of Aboriginal youth in custody over the next decade.

45. We call upon the Government of Canada, on behalf of all Canadians, to jointly develop with Aboriginal peoples a Royal Proclamation of Reconciliation to be issued by the Crown. The proclamation would build on the Royal Proclamation of 1763 and the Treaty of Niagara of 1764, and reaffirm the nation-to-nation relationship between Aboriginal peoples and the Crown. The proclamation would include, but not be limited to, the following commitments:

iii. Renew or establish Treaty relationships based on principles of mutual recognition, mutual respect, and shared responsibility for maintaining those relationships into the future.

48. We call upon the church parties to the Settlement Agreement, and all other faith groups and interfaith

social justice groups in Canada who have not already done so, to formally adopt and comply with the principles, norms, and standards of the United Nations Declaration on the Rights of Indigenous Peoples as a framework for reconciliation. This would include, but not be limited to, the following commitments:

ii. Respecting Indigenous peoples’ right to self-determination in spiritual matters, including the right to practise, develop, and teach their own spiritual and religious traditions, customs, and ceremonies, consistent with Article 12:1 of the United Nations Declaration on the Rights of Indigenous Peoples.

iii. Engaging in ongoing public dialogue and actions to support the United Nations Declaration on the Rights of Indigenous Peoples.

63. We call upon the Council of Ministers of Education, Canada to maintain an annual commitment to Aboriginal education issues, including:

 iii. Building student capacity for intercultural understanding, empathy, and mutual respect.

 87. We call upon all levels of government, in collaboration with Aboriginal peoples, sports halls of fame, and other relevant organizations, to provide public education that tells the national story of Aboriginal athletes in history.


“The Bear”

Garry Garland aka- Garebear, aka- The Bear

I had ordered this amazing medallion in the picture to be made by the amazing Lisa Muswagon from PCN/Cross Lake, but now residing in Winnipeg just before I was to travel home for Christmas 2016 and surprise my family. We got lucky and were able to meet up as I was in line struggling to make it to my second flight on the day. Her husband HellnBack was nice enough to rush it in to me, through the madness and crowds. Thanks again you guys!

When I had originally decided to ask to have the medallion made, I had a few people in mind to give it to, but in the end it was The Bear that stuck out.

There was a time that no one would dare call Garry Garland “Garebear”; that was pretty much my whole childhood. If you have never met the man, he is my best friend since, well births dad, and whether you know him or not he can/could sometimes be an imposing figure (beard or mustache or both, he is intimidating sometimes).  A lot of my childhood years were spent having Garry coach me in minor hockey or eating supper at the Garland residence (well, trying to eat while his son tried to make me laugh). Later into adolescence, our time was spent stealing a few Labbatts Blues, or whiskey and replacing it with water. We have gotten yelled at a lot from Garry for being dumbasses, and even into our thirties, for the stupid shit we sometimes continue to do.

Nowadays though, it is much easier to hang out with The Bear, or to even call him Garebear. He is getting a bit older and a bit softer now that we are “grown up” and need less straightening out.

The Garlands have a long history with my family, as well as a mutual respect. The two families grew up on the same street together in Powassan, Ontario. Garry and his twin brother Barry used to get into a whole bunch of shit with my younger uncles, especially my uncle Peter, and it usually involved them throwing each other through stuff; stories have been told of throwing each other through walls. Maybe the crap we have done isn’t so bad then eh Gar?

I have heard Garry tell many stories about my late grandfather CJ Driscoll, and the amount of respect he had for him as a person; its awesome, I wish I had gotten to spend more time with Grandpa CJ before his passing when I was 7.

I chose to give Garry the medallion and officially name it “The Bear of the Game” award for our family hockey tournament team in Powassan that gets together once a year and tries to play good hockey and party a bit; and maybe get away from some wives and kids for a weekend??? It goes to the player who is an absolute beast during any one game; only The Original Bear (Garry) gets to pick the next Bear of the Game. Its a respect thing.

Garry has been linked with Powassan Minor Hockey since I can remember. He has been coaching for decades and just recently decided to shut it down. I was able to play on Garrys teams as well as coach with Garry and it was an awesome experience. Two things I learned:

  1. When you are young and one of the better players on the team, if you get cut open on the chin and need stitches, he will keep you in he game, toss some iodine on it and tell you to get back out there ( I have the scars to prove it, though he may not remember)

2. As a coach, if you are down by a couple goals late in the third, just add an extra   player to the ice without pulling the goalie and see if you can net a goal before the refs catch you with too many men on the ice ( I have yet to see it work as of yet but it is funny to watch)

I picked Garry for the medallion and as my hero this week because he has always had my back since I was little. I’ve been best friends with his son since birth, Garry is a guy on or off the ice who demands better of you player or person. Hes not afraid to speak or raise his voice, and I respect that. He was a tough coach, and I actually always liked that in a leader; get in my face teach me to be better. Garry is old school. The iodine on the face was awesome, scars are awesome, like I wanted to leave those hockey games!

Now he’s a guy we can sit back with, have a couple Blues without stealing them from him and talk about whatever. I’ve always been made to feel like an extension of the Garland family, not just but Garry but by my second momma Jolyne, his wife as well. His son still tries to make me laugh at the dinner table, as if we were 10 years old again, and always gets yelled at for it. its like tradition now.

I am pretty lucky that over the years I have had so many great male role models to look up to, with Garry being one of them. It is pretty easy to see where I live now that there simply are not as many male role models around for the younger generation to look up to and learn respect from. Plus, Garry can grow the shit outta a beard or mustache which is awesome!

To The Bear: thanks for the years of being a great teacher, leader, role model, father figure, and all around general badass. See you in January to take back our title!

Youe Bawd,


#GSC #FHT2018 #GSCTakeBackWhatsOurs

Garland Service Centres Win Song Below.



One Brave Night; Defeat Depression Walk.

Last post I had mentioned that In honour of the first year of MHM almost being here, that I would do two things. 1) donate to a cause or cause(s) and 2) pick 10 of 94 calls to action from the Truth and Reconciliation Comission and do/complete them in my own way.

I have completed number 1. I will participating in the Defeat Depression Walk in Thompson, MB on June 10th, 2017. I have already donated and my goal for fundraising is $1000.00. If you are able or want to donate please see the link at the end of this post.

I have also donated to an initiative called CAMH: One Brave Night, which supports mental health initiatives in Ontario, specifically near my hometown. Mark Caldwell and family have started a team for this I’m memory of their father Woody, who died by suicide. Great cause and his team has raised over $14,000. Howah! So if you are able to donate to that as well, please feel free and the link is also below.

The second thing I said I was going to do was pick ten calls to action from the TRC. I have selected a list of ten of the calls to action but left the list at work and I am off today. This means you will not catch me stepping foot into work lol.

Next week I will post the 10 calls to action, and maybe even what I will do to fulfill each of them.

In the meantime, if I have some time this weekend I will get back into writing about people. Have a couple in mind that I have been wanting to talk about for a while.

Until then,

Peace & Love,


To Donate to my Defeat Depression Walk, link is below:


For The Love of Woody Team. CAMH One Brave Night Donate Here:




One Year Anniversary of MHM

Ok, so I do admit I have been slacking pretty hard the past couple of months with this site and such. I do promise things will pick up again at some point. I do have a list of people that I plan on writing about, but between juggling work, dogs, sports, going back to school, and being a foster parent i’ve somehow got less time or energy to get things done? damn life always getting in the way.

Anyways, I have a couple of things I will be doing to celebrate the one year anniversary of My Hero Movement, which is fastly approaching in mid April.

  1. I will be giving to a  really worthy cause I have already chosen and will write about at a later date.
  2. I will be reading the Truth and Reconciliation Commissions Calls to Action. There are 94 Calls to action. From this, I will select 10 calls to action to start, and will get them done in my own way. I will keep an update of it on here.



So, in the meantime please check out the link below to another great cause in North Bay, Ontario; “For The Love of Woody” and the challenge to end stigma through CAMH: One Brave Night. Also, stop in and see Mark at The Sub Place in North Bay and grab a sub or Gyro; no one does it better.



We will talk soon my friends. Your Bawd,





One of the “Good Guys”: Mr. John Long

johnnylongFirst of all, if you haven’t done so, go check out “The JoeLong Show” wherever podcasts are found. Only a son like Joe can truly describe their father as eloquently and to a “T” as he does in his latest podcast. Check it out, he has the perfect voice for a radio/podcast and very real and meaningful stuff. I will try and leave the link at the end of this post.

Now seeing as how Joe cornered the market of talking about his dad on the interwebs, I thought I would take a shot at it through writing on here as well.

Now I think I likely met John the same time I met Jed, his oldest son who has over the years become one of my very good friends. It was I imagine through growing up in Powassan and playing hockey there, when Jed and his family showed up from Hunstville, ready to take on Pow-Town.

I almost always greeted John by calling him Mr. Long, sometimes a handshake; he in return followed it up with a “Mr. Driscoll”, and short casual conversation. I don’t know that I ever started a conversation with him by calling him Johnny, John, etc. (but maybe I did?) I likely could have, but I had far too much respect for him to steer from Mr.Long.

I think I like John so much because he reminds me of my own dad. They both have a love for everything lumber related. I am not kidding, these two men love anything to do with wood more than any normal person probably should. Even in my dads downtime when he used to work for the Ministry of Natural Resources as a forest firefighter, he would often help John mark trees part time instead of collecting unemployment. When I picture our dads on roadtrips for hockey when we were young, I envision them talking about their favorite kinds of lumber and why. haha just ridiculous, but I swear not to those guys.

John also was a kind and softer spoken man than most, which is a lot like my dad. This means that you do not ever, ever want to hear their loud, angry voice come out. I imagine it took a lot to get John angry, just like Tommy, but you avoided doing so all together. I cant recall ever hearing John yell, angry voices styles, but I’m sure if you were to ask Jed he would have some stories.

If you decide to listen to Joe’s podcast, you’ll hear him talk about how all of the gentlemen at his wake/funeral referred to John as “one of the good guys”. I would take it a step further and describe him as “one of the best guys”. Growing up, he has always been an example of what a genuinely good person looks and acts like. Calm, respectful, pleasant, optimistic, caring, kind and authentic. John always carried himself in a good way. On top of all of that, he could grow the shit out of those Christmas trees at his tree farm, and he made a mean batch of maple syrup that no one else could rival. John always thrived on the value of hard work. If you were to ask his 4 boys how much they liked working the tree farm or helping run taps, then might give you varying answers; but what he wanted to instill in his sons was the value of working your ass off for a goal. Whether it be for the future, for your education, for your paycheque or for your family.

I know that my dad regrets not staying in touch with John as much as he could have over the years since minor hockey ended, since high school hockey ended, and since Jed and I kinda went our own separate ways in life. I know that it hurt him pretty bad to see John in such rough condition before his passing, knowing that one of his best friends for the majority of his adult life, who was also a fellow co-worker, hockey dad, and who helped teach and take care his kids through sport and outside of sport, was not going to live much longer. There’s not a person I have ever heard my father talk higher of or hold in higher regard than Johnny Long.

I know John was a believer in god, though not everyone follows that same path. I can tell you this: If there is a heaven, Johnny Long surely got in with no questions asked. He really was “one of the good guys”, “one of the best guys”. One day, when its his time, I hope that my old man will be reunited with his old friend. I picture them renewing their conversations of everything lumber from days past, and having a cold brew enjoying each others company upstairs.

Thank you for everything Mr. Long (handshake). One of my heroes.

Your Bawd,

Mr. Driscoll


Check out Johns son Joes Podcast The JoeLong Show” Below:











Little Brother, Big Hero.

“Safe flight bud, thanks for coming home, first Christmas that actually felt like Christmas in a long time” -JD

When you don’t have cell service on the flight to Winnipeg and you check your text messages mid journey in the airport scrambling to catch your connecting flight back to Thompson, Manitoba, don’t open the sappy one from your little brother. You need to focus, you’re carrying an 18 lb dog in a bag she hates running through the airport and  you’re really not wanting to leave to where you now call home from where home really is. Read that text when you are alone, or else on top of all of that you have going on in that moment, you’ll also have to try and keep your shit together and emotions in check in front of hundreds of strangers; like I did.

Its always been a known fact I think that JD is not one to usually keep his emotions in check. You can usually get him pretty fired up about just about anything. This spans from years of him growing up and being on the losing side of an older big brother and Rob Bell dominating him (JD) and Steve Bell at pretty much every sporting event held on Himsworth Avenue in Powassan, Ontario. At least a solid decades worth of losing, and having an older brother (me) never go easy on him. Lets just say there were never any “participation” trophies handed out on our street like there is today everywhere. You lose, you didn’t get babied. You just learned how to lose, the way it should be. Today, it is likely a lot harder to get JD all worked up; the best place to do this if you are wondering is in the Powassan Family Hockey Tournament.

We have always been pretty close, even amongst the fighting that happened during us just being kids and boys. JD and I went to the same schools, including college and university (for the exact same programs).But eventually JD realized that what I was doing wasn’t what he wanted to be doing, and did his own thing. It no wonder he didn’t learn sooner in life not to follow in my footsteps. Throughout my teenage years and into my early twenties, he saw me in rough shape and all banged up doing dumb crap likely more times than I should have been; and in front of him nonetheless. If there was one thing I think I taught him in that stage of my life, it was to do exactly the opposite of what I’m doing. Which I guess turned out to be a pretty good thing. He not on the darts, has never been a huge partier, he saves/hoards his money, always has nice stuff, and I think likely matured in that sense before me; even being two years younger.

My brother is my hero because he found his own way in life, and decided he didn’t have to live up to anything I’ve done, or not done lol. Don’t be a follower, become a leader.

My brother is my hero because even after all those years of constant beatings in the Bell’s driveway in every sport possible, he still has my back; and will use that temper to attempt to crush others now (thank god). Always be friends with people who will go through a wall or take a bullet for you.

Jd is one of the first (if not the first) people I text or call when something awesome happens, or somethings awful happens because he will either make fun of me, or say something ridiculous to make me feel better. Keep your circle small, and full of genuinely good people.

I love my brother because he decides when he cant keep a secret from me, he just tells me and lets me know that he and his gf are going to have a baby, gets me all hyped up and then says that I have to keep it a secret from my parents for 8 days, and then from the rest of the world for two more months; knowing that ill hate it but trusting I wont blow the surprise. Put your trust in other people, the good ones wont let you down.

I think about it, and maybe he should have been the big brother…the role model…the protector..teaching by example… but maybe it was more fun the way it turned out and he still learned a few things along the way.

I know lots of people who aren’t close with their siblings, and that would be awful. My brother is one of my best friends and has been since I can remember. We have done almost everything together over the years. Who else would I grow up with playing helmets and gloves with and hallway hockey in the house? Who else would I be able to hit into a tree playing football and break their collarbone? Who else would I have to run from swinging a hockey stick at me because he lost a game of street hockey? Who else could I bring out to our cottage to party with my friends? Who else would drive hours in bad weather to pick up their brother to bring him home for the holidays? Or help sneak your dog into a hotel room that you rented that’s not pet friendly, and then scope out exits with no cameras to sneak the dog out? Or a brother who buys you a hockey game ticket, you win the 50/50, and he “jokingly” asks you for a cool thousand and uses having a baby soon as the reason.

My brother is my hero because he is everything to me that I should have been to him from the start. And hopefully now that I’m older and a lot wiser (I hope), maybe I can take over and start to be what I was meant to be. A big brother, and now soon Uncle Adam.

What I should have written back to my brother when I read that text mid journey back to Thompson,MB:

“Thanks for picking me up at the airport and for helping to bring me home. Its the first Christmas that felt like Christmas in a long time for me too. I really miss you all already and really didn’t want to leave. I’m really excited that I’m going to be an uncle; You’re going to be an awesome dad. Will msg when I get home. love you”

Little Brother, Big Hero.

Brotherhoods Our Rule We Cannot Bend,









Hey everyone, again I promise more stories of my heroes soon; life gets in the way sometimes. My bad. Today however, I ask that you use the hashtag #BellLetsTalk in everything you do. Texting, instagram, twitter etc. 5 cents is directly donated to bells mental health initiatives across canada. It’s time to stop treating mental health as anything less important than physical health. It’s time to end the stigma surrounding mental health and set our minds free, and be open to listening to the stories of others. Join me today by texting your fingers off for the cause. Together we can end the stigma and help each other in a supportive, non-judgemental way. Thanks, your bawd, Drisc.  #BellLetsTalk

My Trip Home. And new posts coming soon!

Hey everyone. I’ve been away from this for a bit but will be jumping back in hard in this new year. In the meantime, please take a peep at this terribly edited slideshow of my trip home to Powassan, Ontario for the holidays. I didn’t capture a lot via picture ( I was too busy living it real life to snap photos). I did a lot more than this video shows, was able to surprise  my folks after not being home for Christmas in almost 6 years! but here’s just a bit of my time there.​ ​Looking forward to a busy new year with lots of newness? Coming up! Peace and love, your bawd, Drisc. Xoxo. ​​

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