On the morning of June 15, 2011, the city of Vancouver was in the grip of Stanley Cup fever. Even those who didn’t normally watch hockey, like me, were jumping on the bandwagon. Amidst the hope of the beloved Canucks claiming the Cup for their own, our newest little player, my grandson, Aiden, quietly made his way into the world at 5:43 am.
“Wouldn’t it be wonderful for him to be born on the same day that the Canucks won the Stanley Cup?” we mused. My son even joked about naming him Stanley.
As anyone who follows hockey knows, the Canucks did not win the Cup. This, in itself, is somewhat disappointing but not insurmountable. We are proud of our team and the efforts that they put forth to get them as far as they did but clearly, the better team won.
What is truly disappointing sickening sad scary is the events that took place downtown after the game. We watched in horror and disgust as these little hoodlums took out their anger at life under the thinly veiled guise of support for their team. Make no mistake, these were not hockey fans and this had nothing to do with hockey other than the fact that it gave them an excuse to gather and incite.
My heart broke as I watched the shameless acts of defiance and rage. I was saddened for those youth who were so lost that they felt anger was the only way to express themselves, saddened for the parents of some of those youths who would bear the brunt of their children’s actions in the form of blame and guilt, even though they had done all that they could to provide a loving, stable home and saddened that this day, the birthday of my grandson, was tainted by these senseless acts.
While it is important to note that “hurt people hurt people”, we all have choices. What causes some to make these negative, self-destructive choices, I don’t know. But I know that I can make a choice to remain loving and positive in this volatile world that we live in. I can choose to provide my grandson with as much love as possible and hope that this is enough. And I can choose to diminish the effects of those senseless, angry acts by not dwelling upon them.
For me, June 15, 2011 is the day my grandson, Aiden, was born. That is all.