The Parallel Parliament

Glen Pearson

Posts tagged “mortality

Dividing the Angels (October 6, 2014)

Posted on December 29, 2014

For this coming week I’ll  be republishing the five most viewed blog posts and Huffington Post pieces of this past year. POLITICS CAN BE ALL ABOUT playing with the truth, arcing it so that it suits a certain purpose. Spin-doctors love it. Parties live on it. The public gets confused and occasionally infuriated by it. And occasionally people are emotionally hurt from its effects. In London’s municipal campaign, one mayoralty candidate, endeavouring to show that he was a different, out-of-the-box thinker, stated last week that pay parity between firefighters and police officers must be broken. His reasoning was simple enough, though it lacked the understanding of the complexities of the forces. Police personnel can take a bullet in the front or the back at…

Ring the Bell

Posted on September 25, 2013

It was exactly one year ago that I left hospital, came home, and began a phase of my life that left some tinges of mortality on all the things I do.  I possessed a stapled incision that ran fully up my stomach and was an endless source of fascination to my Sudanese kids.  I jokingly told them it was a zipper that had been placed there in case the surgeons needed to go in again and it was only a couple of days later that I learned that they had believed the entire story.  I laughed so hard the staples almost popped out on their own. I was some 30 pounds lighter and in possession of only a quarter of my stomach.  The tumor…

A Dance For the Generations

Posted on September 14, 2012

Today’s the big day, as I head in shortly for the six-hour operation to have half of my stomach removed. It could have happened a couple of weeks ago except that an issue of vital concern preempted it – the wedding of my daughter Kimberly. I’d asked the surgeons if we could postpone the procedure so that I could be there for the big day. They graciously relented and it became one of the great events of my life. In so many ways it’s doubtful that a father ever stands as tall in accomplishment as the occasion when he walks his daughter down the aisle. There’s simply little else to compare with that moment. She was radiant, excited, and absolutely wanting to get on…

  

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