ONE MINUTE MOORE
You’re gonna hate me...
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into the canvas when they can’t defend themselves! Not for me, too violent, too barbaric. Oh, but I like hockey fights, some of you will say, and, yes, I do, but there are rules in hockey fights, unwritten rules...a Code! The octagon? Only thing missing are
knives! Hey, I said you weren’t gonna like me for this. Gonna be thinking all this yoga is affecting my brain. Maybe it is. But at least my brain is in one piece!
Time to get serious. Alzheimer’s. Nothing You thought it was crazy that a guy in
Stittsville was complaining about kids playing street hockey. How about this gem out of Winnipeg? Woman there was reported to Child and
Family Services. Her crime? She let her kids play in the backyard! I’m not making this up. Someone called, complained because this woman let her three kids, aged two, five and ten play in her backyard! A Children’s Aid worker shows up, makes the woman feel like she’s the worst mother on the planet, then starts asking questions about how she punishes her children, what HER childhood was like... and is there enough food in the house! The kids were in a small, fenced-in backyard, playing, getting some fresh air! Now, you’re thinking when you’re were a kid, right? My mom used to THROW me out of the house! The times, they are a changin.’
Lot of you aren’t gonna like me for this. Gonna call me a wimp, a hypocrite, gonna say I don’t know what I’m talking about. I’m talking about Ultimate Fighting, or Mixed Martial Arts, or whatever. Lot of you are stoked about an upcoming UBC battle at Lansdowne. Not me. Kicking someone in the head! What kind of sport is that? Pounding someone’s head
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can prepare you for the horror and reality that is Alzheimer’s. Our family, we’re lucky, I guess, in that mom still knows who we are. It’s one of my biggest
fears...that I show up one day and she doesn’t know who I am. Which, I suppose, WILL happen, I mean, when you get Alzheimer’s you don’t get better. A friend recently sent me a beautiful
poem about Alzheimer’s. Written by one Owen Darnel. The poem is called,
“Do Not Ask Me to Remember.” Do not ask me remember, Don’t try to make me understand, Let me rest and know you’re with me, Kiss my cheek and hold my hand. I’m confused beyond your concept, I am sad and sick and lost. All I know is that I need you To be with me at all cost. Do not lose your patience with me, Do not scold, or curse, or cry. I can’t help the way I’m acting, Can’t be different, though I try. Just remember that I need you, that the best of me is gone, Please don’t fail to stand beside me, Love me ‘til my life is done.
You can hear Randall every morning on CHEZ 106
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