The Parallel Parliament

Glen Pearson

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We Are The Path

Posted on December 26, 2014

When I get older losing my hair Many years from now. Will you still be sending me a valentine Birthday greetings, bottle of wine? Will you still need me. Will you still feed me. When I’m sixty-four? I’VE KNOW THIS SONG BY THE BEATLES since I was young and it’s finally coming to pass. That’s me – 64 years-old today. “There are two great days in a person’s life,” says William Barclay, “the day we are born and the day we discover why.” I am fortunate enough to know both answers: December 26, 1950, and to seek to make the world better for others. From the time I was 20, I think my basic philosophy of life was set and I knew the goals I…

Who Knew?

Posted on April 22, 2013

They were violently wrenched apart at only four months of age.  Too young to understand what happened, they likely were terrified by the sound of gunshots and their mother covered in blood.  One was immediately ushered away while the other lay in a tangle of bodies, nestling in the arms of her dead mother. For years they both lived separate lives, aware that the other had once existed, but believing that death had taken the other.  They were informed they had once had an identical twin but that life and war had conspired to separate them forever.  The one lived and thrived in Canada, aware of her loneliness but surrounded by everything wonderful.  The other fought for life in Darfur, also aware of loneliness…

For All Of It

Posted on April 20, 2012

This weekend we celebrate the birthdays of our twin girls Abuk and Achan. I just can’t let that day go by without thinking of another day, in another continent, celebrating another miracle. We had touched down on the dirt airstrip in Malualkon, South Sudan. It was packed with people wanting to see the little girl. We had adopted Abuk four years earlier and had brought her back to this village from which she departed. Cheering erupted the moment she stepped through the door of the small plane. I don’t quite remember too much after that, for there on the ground was a little girl playing in the dirt and preoccupied with something she was drawing. Suddenly she looked up directly into my eyes and…

  

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