Archive for September 6th, 2007

06 Sep 2007 I’m Doing the Terry Fox Run This Year
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It’s next weekend, Sunday, September 16. I need sponsors! I was reminded recently that the run was coming up, and I’ve just decided to try and do it every year. My goal is to actually RUN it, but I’m in no shape to do that next weekend — I’ll have to work up to it. Since I only signed up today and it’s 10 days from now, I’m going to set a modest goal of $300.

Any Canadian over the age of probably six knows the Terry Fox story because the whole country participates in the annual runs, from coast to coast. The schools I attended had the entire student population do the run every September, as part of school.

According to Wikipedia, the Terry Fox Run is the largest one-day fundraiser for cancer research.

From the Terry Fox website:

Terry Fox was born in Winnipeg, Manitoba, and raised in Port Coquitlam, British Columbia, a community near Vancouver on Canada’s west coast. An active teenager involved in many sports, Terry was only 18 years old when he was diagnosed with osteogenic sarcoma (bone cancer) and forced to have his right leg amputated 15 centimetres (six inches) above the knee in 1977.

While in hospital, Terry was so overcome by the suffering of other cancer patients, many of them young children, that he decided to run across Canada to raise money for cancer research.

He would call his journey the Marathon of Hope.

After 18 months and running over 5,000 kilometres (3,107 miles) to prepare, Terry started his run in St. John’s, Newfoundland on April 12, 1980 with little fanfare. Although it was difficult to garner attention in the beginning, enthusiasm soon grew, and the money collected along his route began to mount. He ran 42 kilometres (26 miles) a day through Canada’s Atlantic provinces, Quebec and Ontario.

It was a journey that Canadians never forgot.

However, on September 1st, after 143 days and 5,373 kilometres (3,339 miles), Terry was forced to stop running outside of Thunder Bay, Ontario because cancer had appeared in his lungs. An entire nation was stunned and saddened. Terry passed away on June 28, 1981 at age 22.

The heroic Canadian was gone, but his legacy was just beginning.

To date, more than $400 million has been raised worldwide for cancer research in Terry’s name through the annual Terry Fox Run, held across Canada and around the world.

When Terry Fox died in 1981, I just turned 9 years old, but I distinctly remember the television footage of this lonely figure running along the side of the road, trying to achieve this monumental goal and outrun the cancer. He had a prosthetic leg, so he had a unique lopsided running gait. That kind of imagery sticks with you for life.

Of course, even if I’d never heard of Terry Fox, I have my own personal reasons to support cancer research.

It’s been years since I did the run — Grade 12! — but it’s high time I joined it again. If you’d like to add your support, I’ve got online pledging set up through the Terry Fox website. The site accepts donations in any currency, and has a currency converter.

Yes, I’d like to support cancer research and Gail needs the exercise! Take me to the pledge page.

Where does the money go?
I want to find out more information.
I’d like to do the Terry Fox Run, too! Where else in Canada is it taking place?
I live outside of Canada, are there Terry Fox Runs worldwide? (From Flickr: there’s a Terry Fox Run in Hyde Park, London, every year.)

Please give generously! Thank you!

06 Sep 2007 Oh Look — I Found a Cairns Photo

… and it comes with a story:

me, north of Cairns, 1992
me, between Cairns and Port Douglas, 1992

(Man, did I ever need a haircut. And a proper pair of scissors for those jeans.)

The person who took the photo is a Swiss friend I met in Banff, Alberta, the year before (1990/1991). At that time I worked at a ski resort that had sports facilities, he was working as a chef at one of the other resorts, and we’d play squash together regularly. I think he returned to Switzerland in the summer of ‘91, but he didn’t mention he was applying for a visa for Australia. Maybe I didn’t mention to him that I was going to Australia, either. I think we were too busy trying to pummel each other in squash to discuss the future.

Fast forward about a year and a few months. I was at the employment centre in Cairns, scanning the bulletins at a freestanding job board, when who should pop out from the other side?

We stared at each other in disbelief, and suddenly I couldn’t remember his name. I don’t think he could remember my name, either, so after a few moments of shock one of us plunged in and said, "Hey! What are you doing here?"

He got a three-year work visa for Australia and was working as a sous chef in one of the swankiest resorts in North Queensland (Sheraton Mirage), and I was trying to make enough money to leave Australia and continue travelling. It was far too hot in the tropics to play squash (there were no courts, either!), but we did some sightseeing and hung out together before I left Cairns a couple of days before Christmas. It was great to spend time with someone familiar for a change.

He wasn’t the only person I knew from before who I’d bumped into by chance somewhere else, but I’ll always remember that time because we were such good sport-pals in Banff and I was so pleased to see him again.

I had the presence of mind this time to get his address and I looked him up when I first went to Switzerland in 2002, but as it turned out he stayed in Australia, got married, and was expecting his first child. Whenever I hear a Joe Cocker song, I’ll think of him — by 1992, he’d seen Joe in concert something like 12 times or more, all around the world! He was the biggest Joe Cocker fan I’d ever met!