Tell the truth, if someone the will tell you.
This thought I was blowing on the screen on my Twitter feed this morning. Strangely, I promised just yesterday in a conversation on this theme because I dared to expose some facts I had witnessed on several occasions as a party directly involved. For some reason I still have trouble seeing, my interlocutor was upset by my revelation. If I had been wrong, somebody would probably have been delighted to come and contradict me. However, it did not happen.
course, truth is not good to say. Everything depends on the risk of what we have to lose the unveiling. Young adult, I remember taking that attitude - ironically it is sometimes admired by some, who say out loud what everyone thinks everything down - and say whatever came into my head, no matter who was s 'find injured. With my advanced age, I realized that sometimes, without lying, it is better to remain silent.
By cons, you can win a lot to know the truth, or to publicize it. To deny certain facts can only perpetuate a damaging stalemate, if not encourage most unproductive hovering. My engineering background probably makes me look for these truths which we are advancing. The main difficulty however lies in the distinction can be made between facts and opinions. And that's where often the real source of conflict.
it may seem insensitive to some, it is rare that I testify openly about my sympathies for the loss of a public figure, celebrity or even victims of tragedies that make the news. I'd say that too often an emotional display slightly artificial, as if we were intimates, while thousands of people die every hour on our planet. These, like any star have relatives, families left in the gaping hole caused by these departures, foreseeable or not, and while these demonstrations m'aparaît frantic often serve to justify more compassionate to others in a society where looking good is the norm and where free love fashion Facebookien became a pledge of human value. Okay, I exaggerate a bit here, as I usually do ...
Even if I never do or nearly so expansive, it's hard to keep as many of you impervious to the suffering or grief. We all live in these shocking events and we like it or not, death is part of life.
But I could not help but squeal yesterday on receiving the news of his death:
A reflex on my part.
A response I tried to justify in a thousand ways. Like many, I have been afflicted by the loss of loved Flights to hand this mauditcancer . Just last week, I mentioned the memory departure of my dear mother. And the father of an intimate undergo surgery tomorrow to remove those pesky cells. Then I tried to find these close ties, basing myself on the fact that I could work for some time under the leadership of the man while he was minister, and he represented the constituency where I Account realize my dream of forest refuge.
But ultimately, I was not looking. What emerges above all is a family man, a politician, but a man who lived with his love of the game: the political game or that one life. A model to follow. It seems to me that he makes fewer of these men or these women.
So I want to follow mine, my life with this love of the game: passion.
Bon Voyage, Claude Bechard. I will miss you, but I'll keep your memory, an inspiration.
Recommended Links:
- The testimony newscast last night.
- The times Claude Bechard took the train with Joselito.
- For God's word In memory of a man "pugnacious"
Phew, but what a week!
Two birthdays, one life then the other to a great start. Emotional reunion on the one hand and the other meetings refreshing despite a wave of unusual warmth at this time of year. For many, it is the return to school or in studios. For me it was the reboot of an internal process, relegated to dormancy by the combination of circumstances. All this at a time and more, all of which lose their bearings, especially for me who am so easily confused by the slightest distraction.
There was also this begins to break: I neglected my den of last month, a pied-minute insidious in that it was looking like paradise where artificial flattery surface waters down to gleefully sprinkled in triggering existential nausea. And far from the roller coaster, I'll feel much better, freed of a burden.
Thus lightens slightly and I could let myself go to gravitate around orbits energy ... I just need to avoid releasing too much ballast, a flight too immodest and I soon find myself in dangerous area.
by tagging my new route that I am officially launched as a new collaborator - least for me, it is - collaborative project: the portal and network All Habs. I've provided two texts, translations for now, but I know soon to lay the novel, always in relation to my favorite hockey team.
I have not had time to tame my new toy still some tests here and there no more. I realize that my withdrawal as a professional working in IT as it made me and my technophobe recent misadventures with everything that involves electronics, the phone at home theater, even without adding any water - these critters that I have become ungovernable are definitely hydrophobic - made me more apprehensive that it necessary. I'll keep a good range of attention.
My biggest disappointment of the week for last, however. I dreamed of back on the road témiscouatins woodlands, where is my refuge, my retirement all green open ... And this thing has come to throw - literally - a damper on my plans for the long weekend.
For a few seconds for geostationary orbit, I could glimpse the culprit.
Naughty, naughty Earl ... 
I had gone on a special mission. For the day, a round trip in my penultimate adopted city. Where I had not set foot in more than two years ...
I talked about my special project, trying somehow to preserve secrecy, the whole Monday night on Twitter. Anxiety, nervousness, stress what! I do not feel ready yet to reveal the nature of this mission, but it will come. What I can say at this juncture is that it was intended that I be subjected to a blog or two. And as for me if it Perhaps the big deal, it does might not be for you, I do not want to disappoint you ...
But as I can be reached the proverbial blank page syndrome, more often than I would, unfortunately, this time I am bursting with things I wanted to spread on these pages blog .
Between the birthday son Monday and today to me one day just as special, these days already contain their emotions lots of unique and diverse.
For now, I especially want say thank you to two friends-warbling-partisan bloggers-of-my-team-in-hockey-favorite: Julie and Laura . We have so little and so much in common. But they made me feel of their last night and left me a bit of their fiery youth. It was hot, humid and I was mentally exhausted, but I really had with them a wonderful evening.
Sometimes we say that these virtual friendships are illusory, I do not think it does.
And now, all these ideas and topics I blog again trot in mind ... I'm going to scribble in a quick quick reminder any before they are saved in this if nothing scary.
It can be so frustrating for tips, usually with me is like that: everything or nothing. And while it is so so intoxicating.
