Stories that stay with you

When you write for a liv­ing, you en­joy each story as you work on it. But once it’s pub­lished, it’s on to the next one. That’s the way it hap­pens most of the time. But some stor­ies stay with you. They be­come a part of you just like your shad­ow on a sunny day.

A couple of years ago pho­to­graph­er Barry Peterson and I cre­ated a photo-journ­al­ism pro­ject called On the Edge. We in­vited people liv­ing on the edge of main­stream so­ci­ety to let us  pho­to­graph and in­ter­view them. They re­viewed the text and picked out a photo and Barry framed them.

All to­geth­er we in­ter­viewed 15 people. Their stor­ies touched me in a way I nev­er ima­gined and forever changed my thoughts about home­less and street people. The stor­ies con­tained heartache, ill­ness and tragedy. But there was also a love story, hu­mour and hope.

I had seen Kevin be­fore I met him. He of­ten sat in his wheel­chair on the edge of the Superstore park­ing lot look­ing out over a field. But what struck me most was the flock of seagulls that were al­ways with him. Sometimes they were perched on nearby build­ings but of­ten they sat on the pave­ment very close to Kevin.

We in­ter­viewed and pho­to­graphed Kevin be­hind Superstore. That’s when I found out that he fed the birds on a reg­u­lar basis. It was fas­cin­at­ing; he knew all the birds as in­di­vidu­als and filled me in on their dif­fer­ent per­son­al­ity traits and the ins and outs of the seagull hierarchy.

Kevin was warm, funny, smart and com­pas­sion­ate. But what really im­pressed me was his abil­ity and will­ing­ness to help oth­ers even when he was in need of as­sist­ance himself.

Somewhere near Superstore Kevin met a couple who had been home­less but were now housed. They be­came close friends and vis­ited of­ten. Like many on the edge folk, this couple deals with phys­ic­al and emo­tion­al prob­lems on an on­go­ing basis.

Kevin was al­ways there to listen and of­fer en­cour­age­ment and sup­port. The couple was — and still are — dev­ast­ated that Kevin is no longer here.

About a year after Kevin died, a wo­man in Calif. tracked me down. In a series of emails she told me how Kevin had trav­elled with her fam­ily in the US and Canada when she was young.

It was a hard time for her fam­ily as her fath­er was be­gin­ning to ex­hib­it signs of men­tal ill­ness and be­came ab­us­ive to­wards her moth­er and even his good friend Kevin. She said Kevin helped her and her broth­er by teach­ing them about birds, to play the gui­tar and just be­ing a stable, caring person.

She said he stayed with them even after her dad be­came ab­us­ive just so he could help out.

Now in her 30s, she had been look­ing for Kevin for years so she could tell him how much he meant to her and her broth­er and how much he had in­flu­enced their lives. They still study birds and she plays the gui­tar professionally.

Earlier this month the On the Edge show was dis­played in shop win­dows on the main street of Courtenay. Kevin’s photo and story were at The Golfer’s Edge and the own­er told me that Kevin used to be the doc­tor of one of his employees.

Many people were in­trigued by the stor­ies and pho­to­graphs but Kevin’s made the strongest im­pact. His is the story that reaches out to people and makes them aware that, giv­en the right cir­cum­stances, any­thing can hap­pen to anyone.

Kevin, age 58 
“There are three things that will do a per­son in: poverty, men­tal ill­ness and phys­ic­al dis­ab­il­ity,” ex­plains Kevin. “You can live with one or two for a while but when you have all three, you’ll nev­er get back what you’ve lost.”

For more than 30 years Kevin was a med­ic­al doc­tor in east­ern Canada and BC. He en­joyed the chal­lenge of re­mote loc­a­tions and be­ing on call 247. His fa­vour­ite po­s­i­tion was as a health con­sult­ant and lands claims as­sist­ant for the Inuit in Labrador. He’d work, earn a grubstake and then spend time hik­ing, kayak­ing and travelling.

Kevin also worked on many Canadian mil­it­ary bases in­clud­ing CFB Comox and, after mov­ing to the Comox  Valley in 1991, was phys­i­cian for sea ca­dets train­ing at HMCS Quadra for ten sum­mers. He of­ten bought books to donate to day­cares, sent care pack­ages to Labrador and bought a spe­cial TV for a nearly blind girl. He even gave a home­less fellow
known as “Bob the Bum” $500 to buy a van that Bob lived in for a time.

Tormented by bouts of de­pres­sion since he was 27, Kevin suffered a ma­jor re­lapse in 2004 that cost him his med­ic­al li­cense. His phys­ic­al health de­teri­or­ated leav­ing him par­tially blind, hard of hear­ing and with high blood pres­sure. Then his left leg was am­pu­tated due to com­plic­a­tions from diabetes.

Last winter Kevin was isol­ated in his small apart­ment by the heavy snow­fall, mal­nour­ished and de­pressed about the loss of his leg. A scratch on his thumb got in­fec­ted. When the fin­ger was lit­er­ally hanging in two, he cut it off him­self. A short while later, his second leg de­veloped gan­grene and was am­pu­tated. Chronic pain is a con­stant companion.

Kevin be­hind Superstore

I used to earn $10,000 a week, now that’s the an­nu­al total of my dis­ab­il­ity pen­sion,” says Kevin. “My sav­ings are gone; I don’t know where I’d be without the sis­ter and aunt that help me out.”

Even so, he still man­ages to dis­trib­ute small gifts to hos­pit­al res­id­ents dur­ing the hol­i­days and reg­u­larly feeds the birds that hang around Superstore.

Now the home­less and poor are my peers in­stead of doc­tors and lawyers,”
he says. “I try to laugh a lot and make the best of things.”


Interruptions interfere with writing

Years ago, my writ­ing desk was in a corner of the liv­ing room. I worked with people com­ing and go­ing, kids ask­ing what was for din­ner and the phone ringing.

But not anymore.

Now I can’t stand the slight­est in­tru­sion into my thought pro­cess. If someone in­ter­rupts me while I’m work­ing it seems to take forever to get back on track. And if it hap­pens more than once with­in a short peri­od of time I turn into a rav­ing man­ic de­mand­ing that every­one be quiet so I can work.

Even the sound of someone rust­ling the pages of a news­pa­per or sneez­ing in the next room is distracting.

For a long time I thought it was just me. Some quirky idio­syn­crasy that I’d have to live with. Well, it turns out I do have to live with it but so do most people over a cer­tain age.

Researchers at the University of California have dis­covered that people over 60 have more trouble switch­ing from one neur­al net­work to an­oth­er than young­er folks. That means if they’re do­ing some­thing and are briefly in­ter­rup­ted, it takes them longer to get re­ab­sorbed in their project.

In oth­er words, do­ing, hear­ing or see­ing more than one thing at a time be­comes more dif­fi­cult as you get older. I’m not 60 yet so must be go­ing through early on­set in­ter­rup­tion fatigue.

But that doesn’t make it any easier.

Most of the time my part­ner­’s pretty good about tip-toe­ing around but our her­it­age house wasn’t de­signed with any quiet areas in mind. I’ve tried noise can­cel­ling head­phones but they give me a headache.

And then there’s the phone. At times, to avoid be­ing dis­trac­ted, I simply don’t an­swer it. But now just the ringing is enough to scat­ter my thoughts like maple leaves in the wind.

So, what are my op­tions? A sound proof of­fice would be per­fect but is not prac­tic­al in this house.

An of­fice in an out­build­ing is a pos­sib­il­ity. I al­ways said I didn’t want a sep­ar­ate stu­dio but, as the years go by and my sens­it­iv­ity to in­ter­rup­tions in­creases, the thought of a totally quiet space grows more appealing.

If I don’t be­come hard of hear­ing, a shed out back just might be the answer.


Social media not necessary to be BC bestseller

My partner’s new book – West Coast Wrecks & Other Maritime Tales – is on the BC Bestseller list!

And he didn’t use any so­cial me­dia to get it there. That’s right, no Facebook, no Twitter, no LinkedIn and no blog. Rick (James) doesn’t even have a website.

So, how did he ac­com­plish this?

Well, it’s a great book to be­gin with. In twenty-one chapters he ex­plores fas­cin­at­ing tales of ship­wrecks, shares the stor­ies of some unique coastal char­ac­ters and de­tails oth­er note­worthy events in BC mari­time history.

West Coast Wrecks a BC bestseller.

The cov­er, a com­mis­sioned paint­ing by Peter Rindlisbacher de­pict­ing the wreck of the Geo. S Wright, is stun­ning. And the book is Harbour Publishing’s Raincoast Chronicles 21.

Raincoast Chronicles have been pop­u­lar col­lect­or items since Howard White pub­lished the first one 39 years ago. But still, West Coast Wrecks had only been out two weeks when it made the BC Bestseller list and hadn’t re­ceived any pub­li­city yet.

So, what’s Rick’s secret? He worked his way onto the best­seller list the old-fash­ioned way.

By chance he happened to be in Victoria soon after the book came out. He vis­ited every book store he could think of, in­tro­duced him­self and offered to sign cop­ies of West Coast Wrecks.

As a res­ult, many book­stores put ‘Signed by Author’ stick­ers on the front cov­er and moved the book to a more prom­in­ent dis­play loc­a­tion. Rick re­peated the pro­cess when he re­turned home to Courtenay.

Isn’t it thought-pro­vok­ing to dis­cov­er that amidst all the so­cial me­dia hype, a little en­thu­si­asm and leg­work, coupled with a friendly man­ner can have such an impact?