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Ok Dennis, keep calm and write on. I happened to see this photo shared on Social Media. When I saw it, I instantly felt a number of emotions; First, I was angry. Next, I was hurt. Then I was offended. Then, anger again. Why? Because I love my City, unconditionally, it would seem. People are so easily offended when their favourite Sports team, TV Show, Musician or Celebrity is besmirched. I mean really? That matters, does it? I’ve witnessed shouting matches about Hockey team or Base Ball team stats. This makes me wonder why are we not so offended when our hometown gets drawn through the mud? Civic Pride; Where is it? If you were to say something negative about New York City to someone from New York City, You best take a step backward. Why do we not have the same passion about our own hometown? Do we not realize that this city was where our nation actually began? This was the First actual Incorporated City in the Country. I think it should be somewhat revered, but it isn’t.

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 Ok  Dennis,  keep  calm  and  write  on.    I  happened  to  see  this  photo  shared  on  Social  Media.    When  I  saw  it,  I  instantly  felt  a  number  of  emotions;    First,  I  was  angry.  Next,  I  was  hurt.  Then  I  was  offended.  Then,  anger  again.    Why?    Because  I  love  my  City,  unconditionally,  it  would  seem.      People  are  so  easily  offended  when  their  favourite  Sports  team,  TV  Show,  Musician  or  Celebrity  is  besmirched.  I  mean  really?    That  matters,  does  it?    I’ve  witnessed  shouting  matches  about  Hockey  team  or  Base  Ball  team  stats.    This  makes  me  wonder  why  are  we  not  so    offended  when  our  hometown  gets  drawn  through  the  mud?      Civic  Pride;  Where  is  it?  If  you  were  to  say  something  negative  about  New  York  City  to  someone  from  New  York  City,    You  best  take  a  step  backward.    Why  do  we  not  have  the  same  passion  about  our  own  hometown?      Do  we  not  realize  that  this  city  was  where  our  nation  actually  began?      This  was  the  First  actual  Incorporated  City  in  the  Country.    I  think  it  should  be  somewhat  revered,  but  it  isn’t.    

 

 

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The  City  is  in  a  difficult  position.  Yes  it  is.    It  is  not  just  Saint  John  that  is  in  a  hard  position.  The  country  in  general  is  in  trouble.  It’s  the  Dollar.    It’s  Government  corruption.  It’s  the  Nation’s  economy.  It’s  the  Provincial  Deficit.  It’s  the  lack  of  jobs.    

It  frustrates  me  to  hear  people  say  that  they  just  hate  being  in  this  city,  but  they  have  to  stay  because  this  is  where  their  job  brought  them.  (I  sympathize  to  a  point  as  I  have  friends  that  travel  for  work.)  Some  are  so  belligerent  and  hateful  to  my  hometown  that  I  WILL  passionately  defend  it.    I  grew  up  North  End  after  all…      This  is  my  “HOUSE”  after  all.  If  you  are  guest  in  my  home  and  you  say  nasty  things  to  my  family,  you  will  be  politely  excused.  I  simply  don’t  have  to  smile  and  say  “Why,  Yes  I  think  you’re  right.  My  hometown  is  a  shit  hole.”    I  can  tell  you  what  I  have  said  to  such  people;  “Take  your  career  someplace  else  desirable.“    Then,  its  followed  up  with  the  same  downward  peering  attitude  they  covey  as  I  say    “Oh  wait,  there  isn’t  work  in  that  perfect  ideal  place  for  you  is  there?“    

We  all  know  so  many  people  that  have  had  to  move  westward  to  find  jobs  because  there  aren’t  jobs  in  their  trade.    That’s  one  scenario.  Another  is  that  jobs  in  their  trade  are  occupied  with  people  that  are  here  just  for  the  paycheck  and  will  leave  as  soon  as  its  time.  They  only  contribute  in  the  short  term  of  the  city’s  economy.    Well,  free  up  a  spot  for  someone  else  with  the  same  credentials  and  qualifications,  that  wants  to  work  in  this  city  do  so  instead  of  having  to  labour  at  something  that  they  did  not  train  for.  I  could  go  on,  but  I  will  refrain.    For  those  that  do  not  have  a  trade,  there  are  jobs  to  be  had.  If  you  are  willing  to  work,  there  is  work.    It  may  not  be  the  job  you  want,  but  there  IS  work.        My  paternal  Grand  Father,  back  in  the  depression  days,  was  a  hard  worker.  He  would  do  a  full  day’s  labour  work  for  pay  that  by  our  standards  was  meager.  Yet  He  provided  for  his  large  family,  by  hard  work  and  being  determined  to  work  and  not  give  up.      We  are  in  a  recession,  although  its  not  yet  officially  labeled  as  such.    I  say  this;  Work  is  work.    I’ve  recently  driven  by  folks  carrying  signs  advertising  a  car  related  company  on  Rothesay  Avenue.  Sometimes,  they  are  even  in  costume.    I  can’t  help  but  feel  respect  those  folks  doing  that  job,  because  they  are  willing!    It’s  not  a  glamourous  job,  but  they  are  doing  it  …while  in  full  public  view.    Don’t  look  down  on  them  for  doing  such  a  job.  Rather,  be  proud  that  they  are  doing  work.    

 

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My  current  career  isn’t  the  career  path  I  had  originally  thought  of  taking  or  trained  for,  but  it  meets  my  needs.  I  enjoy  my  job.  In  fact,  I  love  what  I  do.  I  do  have  frustrations  at  work  as  well.  That’s  “life”.      I  have  been  in  my  current  role  for  14  years.  I  have  seen  a  high  turnover  of  new  faces  during  those  years.  Why?  Some  of  that  is  corporate  direction.  The  majority  is  that  people  just  don’t  like  it  and  move  on  quickly.  I  know  for  some,  job  changing  is  very  frequent.  A  lot  of  time,  it’s  those  same  folks  calling  this  city,  Saint  John,  a  “shit  hole”.  

Let’s  face  it,  The  city  itself  will  always  be  here.    The  political  entities  that  you  love,  or  even  love  to  hate,  will  be  gone  in  a  few  years.    Certainly,  the  residual  impact  that  they  leave  behind,  is  the  aftermath.      Despite  all  that  is  said  about  my  City,  I  still  think  it’s  beautiful.    Beautiful  in  the  way  that  you  look  at  someone  you  have  respect  for.    Someone  that  has  endured  life  experiences,  Good  and  Bad,    yet  they  come  out  on  top  with  grace,  wisdom  and  a  take  no  crap  attitude.    I’ll  leave  you  with  this:  

   A  friend  of  mine  shared  this  photo  of  two  ladies  out  for  a  walk  in  “Lower  Cove”.  They  gather  bits  of  trash  they  find  as  they  walk.  He  spoke  with  them  and  found    they  do  this  very  frequently.  These  people  are  game  changers.    If  you  are  out  in  this  city,  and  you  see  things  that  disappoint,  know  that  YOU  can  help  make  that  change.  Small  differences  when  combined  make  huge  differences.    Make  a  difference.  Pick  up  trash.  Volunteer.  Hold  a  door  for  someone.  Say  Thank  You.    Sit  and  talk  with  someone  in  Kings  Square.  Be  active  in  Your  City.  Finally,  when  the  time  comes...    Speak  up  and  cast  a  vote.