I thought about this page for quite some time as to whether or not I should even have such a page! And I ran it by several professional but close friends…friends I often seek input from because they tell me like it is! The concensus was that this site bears my name and through out my life, I have seemingly put myself out there..an open book, so why not keep sharing! LOL~ And one other thing~ Over the six decades of living, there have been so many missives given to me be it letters, cards, notes, pictures and even little scribblings on pieces of papers…even napkins & match book covers! NO, I will NOT share all…lol… in this time of texts, emails, twitter and all else (social media) that has & still is making the writing of letters a lost art. And how did I accumulate so many? Many were simply given or sent to me unexpectedly! But others arrived as follows!
Many would ask if they could do something for me…surely I could let them do, or give me something for helping them? I would smile and simply say “I love letters! They give me fuel especially during difficult times. If you wish, do that when you have the time! A letter is special to me!” Thus, three boxes later…I can take pause, sit down…and pull out & read ‘treasured words’! I have been asked many a time what fuels me …what keeps me doing what I do, and why do I do it! More valuable than money…than material possessions are these boxes of letters, cards…and notes! And they not only touched me deeply when receiving each one when first given, but each has continued to GIVE & KEEP GIVING…every single time I pull them out, to read again & again. Not only did these gift me with ‘hope & encouragement’ but they also provide me with the will to keep on. And when I have doubts…and yes, I do, I am SOOOO human and certainly have my difficult days and times, these caring words bring such peace & love seemingly just when I need it! They are always close by~
Thus, I will share a few of these Dear John writings. Letters are not the norm anymore since the internet arrived in the world and now I have even more appreciation and love for each & every missive in my boxes! They are my treasures. I will add to this page ..one Dear John at a time! Several may be edited…removing the names of those that wish NOT to be shown. I will respect that! Will begin with posting a few ! Thank you for reading this far!
And I will begin with a caring & inspiring sequence of events that began with a smile when speaking to a dedicated group of boys PLAYING FOOTBALL! The power of a smile has never ever failed to amaze or surprise me! We hear many stories or negative incidents involving our youths! But I choose to shine the spot light on the ‘good news’ stories.
Whenever I can…I try to abide by Dr Love’s (Leo Buscaglia) philosophy! That being “LIVING, LOVING, LEARNING! One of his many books ..all on LOVE!! And I also practice his famous ‘prescription’..” If you see it now, say it now, share it now, do it now!” Especially in witnessing the most caring & loving of acts of others! And if you do not get ‘misty eyed’ while watching the following 92 second video below, then you are a much stronger person than I! I show this within many of my talks & and watch the eyes in the audience! And I have seen hands come to the sides of faces…shielding eyes from others. Leo’s message? Just love one another!
The following Dear John letter is from a very caring young man, that played QB for the Kelvin Clippers. His name is Kristian D’ Ignasio and pictured with him is Ryan Ewashko. I share the following before you read his Dear John letter just so you may appreciate the power of ‘hope & encouragement’ and how GOD is thee ultimate writer of our scripts! We simply can choose to follow HIS script or NOT! I get requested quite a lot by teachers, principals, coaches, and yes parents…to meet & speak with students, athletes, and teams & classes.
A dear friend & a coach of the Kelvin Clippers asked if I would speak to the team and also meet with a player who was really struggling, skipping classes and having constant run ins with teachers & admin staff! I first met with the struggling student in the corner of the lunch room away from everyone else. Within a few minutes of talking & sharing each other’s stories… we both had tears…and after an hour…we both had huge smiles and hugged, leaving as new friends with me saying yes to attend his games and watch him play (raised by single mom)…but I would do so only if he promised to NOT skip classes and to respect his teachers. This young man did just that and it was heart warming to see him always wave from the field to see if I was watching. We kept exchanging emails through the season & school year. I am proud of him!
I often wear a Crusader Jacket or Hoodie wherever I go and that was the case that very first time speaking to these Clippers! At first glance, with most of the players taking a knee…and spotting my St Pauls jacket (their annual nemesis!) , soon their stoic faces warmed up and allowed smiles to appear just a few minutes into my speaking!~ I shared that brother Peter was a star clipper player on the great Kelvin teams of the late 60’s under Hall of Fame coach Mike Kachmar…and that I played against Peter for three years, respecting him & all whom donned the cherry & grey! I also said that Saint Pauls is not for everyone but it was RIGHT for me! Following my words of ‘hope & encouragement’ and with every player lining up to shake my hand and give hugs, I was about to leave when two players asked if they could talk to me. YES…they were these two young men pictured below!~ Both thanked me for sharing so much but they also confided that they had attended ST Pauls for a year but it did not work out for them and they seemingly had regrets for not being able to stay. Right then & there…I could see that these two boys were special. They may have thought that I would be disappointed by them NOT ‘making’ it at ST Pauls but on the contrary, I was proud of them for sharing and then caring…and moving forward.
On my 4th trip returning to the school, being called back the day after a tragic accident took the life of Julia Romanow, a student lost to us on Wellington Crescent over the school lunch hour with other students in the van as well, the Kelvin players were shaken with her loss. And we had an emotional time at mid field…during my talk. And it was then that Ryan & Kristian asked & received permission to make decals for every helmut with the initials J.R. to honor Julia and play out the season in Memory of her! I was so moved by what they did…and what the team & coaches did…and how the entire school moved forward. Within my school talks or at other events, I often say that right at the very top of MOST difficult things to do in LIFE…is to FORGIVE or ASK FORGIVENESS. And the most moving and emotional happening to me, was Jacqueline, mother of Julia, when forgiving the boy who was driving the van…IMMEDIATELY! St Ignatius Church, my church, was filled on that sorrowful November 6th day. May Julia Rest In Peace and Jacqueline be comforted in knowing that Julia will always be remembered ..never forgotten. Jacqueline will have a hole in her heart that will never be healed. Jacqueline has practiced the highest level of love~ Forgiveness!
And to once again prove all small our world really is….I share this! At that time, I did not realise that Ryan was the son of a dear ‘over two decade’ friend of mine that still plays in my hockey league! Did not discover that til Ryan had told his Dad that a John Robertson kept coming out to talk to the team. And when his Dad saw me on the ice, he gave me a hug & huge smile to express his appreciation. And I had to share with Ryan that his Dad was also a caring man! Every time he played during the coldest of our winter temps, his Dad~ Kevin~ would bring me a hot Timmys coffee knowing that I was usually trapped on my rinks all day! And at times, also bring me breakfast because he knew I would be at the rinks many a time…overnite! I love that Dad! And it was also a pleasant surprise to discover that Kristian’s Mom was working in admin for the Manitoba Marathon of which Uncle John was a founding father!
Dear John,
It is Kristian D’Ignazio, QB of the Kelvin Clippers. I was able to finally get your email from Coach Karhut to send a much needed message to you! I hope things are well, and I really hope you and your family are doing fantastic. I would just like to thank you for all the time you spent with our football team these past few months. You’ve been a true inspiration, and I can’t thank you enough for taking time away from your busy schedule to come and always talk to the Clippers. Every single time you came to share your thoughts with us, you always communicated your ideas in a positive light and I think that is so crucial and something I will always take away from your speeches. Not only did you tell us how much you were proud of us for making a commitment to each other, our team, and our school but also shared what we needed to do as a team and you said that we would remember this season forever and you always told us that we had it within to believe in each other to eventually get that championship and we did, just as you said we would. Those are things that I will cherish for the rest of my life.
I am glad that I was finally able to get your contact information and send this to you as now we will be able to keep in touch! Thank you so much, John.
God Bless,
Kristian
The following letter is from a man that I only recently met but as usual, I never question the timing that GOD provides just the right person to arrive at just the right time to help do the right thing! This man prefers to be the ‘silent caring courier’ and so he shall! And now we both will be friends for life. And though we do as much as we possibly can in providing sports equipment and programs for local youths & families in need, we also are inspired to help our northern kids & families as well! And when speaking and playing with the predominantly First Nations youths from the Frontier Collegiate (Cranbery Portage…short distance from Flin Flon) , I was NOT at all surprised on just how athletically talented they were…. and how they welcomed me into their lives and their circle of trust. And it all began with smiles and acknowledging that WE ARE ALL FAMILY! JUST LOVE ONE ANOTHER! It was hard saying goodbye! So I didn’t! And with my new but gracious friend, dubbed the CARING COURIER, we will be able to get more & more sports equipment, clothes, and BOOKS up to the northern communities! And we will be welcoming these communities to participate as guests in our home here in the CITY OF PLAY!
Dear John,
I have only known you for two months but I am inspired to write and share the following with you. And want you to know that I would prefer that you accept this without listing my full name or posting a picture of me. Why? My work & travels requires a certain modicum of privacy and certain expectations to meet within my profession. As well, I am afraid I would have to decline upon the requests of others, to possibly do what I am doing for you and your mission, if others were aware of what I am doing. Helping you is special.
When I first met you in the parking lot of Tim Horton’s in Winnipeg to receive your boxes of sports equipment to take up north, after only 5 minutes in talking to you I was so energized and it stayed with me through out my long trek back up north. I discovered that we had much in common and that we both admired the ways & means of our fathers, grand fathers, and forefathers. Men that did and achieved great things for their communities. WE CALL IT BEING OLD SCHOOL!
They came together for the common good of family and the community and did so under the most struggling times imaginable. You reminded me of another dear man in my younger life whom was a mentor of mine. I was pumped up after we parted that day and the trip back north also became more special to me because I was helping you help others. As you said, you may not be able to solve all of the problems up north or have all the answers, but at least you could help the youths and families up north to forget about those problems while they play. I wholeheartedly agree, John. And just maybe they will want to play more and more often …in all seasons, developing healthy habits, not bad!
As you have requested, John, and I hereby accept, I will be honored to continue picking up sports equipment and other donations from you and transport them back up north in my truck to deliver to your son, Rob, at the Frontier Collegiate in Portage Cranberry where 200 students (primarily First Nations) are in residence under the guidance and care of Rob and all other staff at FCI.
Also as I mentioned, especially after visiting your web site, watching the video about your programs and seeing all that you have done and still intend to do, I am encouraged with your commitment to not only continue to provide much needed sports equipment but your willingness to bring your programs up north as well. You would truly have a huge impact upon our community, our youths, our families.
You and I, John, grew up with our ‘old school’ values and traditions. And I agree that we cannot give up on our youths. They are our legacy and worth fighting and sacrificing for in these trying and socially challenging times. I have so many stories that I can share with you and hopefully I will as we continue to grow in friendship. I will never forget my experiences, during the most difficult of times whereby whole communities came together to fight mother nature. All were so caring with and for each other and our community.
I am also proud of my heritage predominantly Scottish/English/Metis. I trace my roots back to the late 1700’s and I am a proud 7th generation grandson to James Curtis Bird, whom the community of Birds Hill and Birds Hill Park honors! James Curtis Bird was an Englishman, cousin to the the royal family, came to Canada and married Sarah Bulls Heart in what was the Lower Fort Garry. You would not be reading any of this, John, nor would I be helping you if not for them or for my grandfather on my father’s side, a Scotsman from the Orkney Islands! We must remember & honor our past. Hopefully, as I also mentioned, I am also encouraged that you are inspiring others to do what you have been doing and that they will also be inspired to continue your work.
I look forward to your trip up north to speak to the youths and help share your programs. And again, I thank you kindly for respecting my privacy in not publicizing my name or a picture. Knowing that you know whom I am, as well as our friendship…is reward in itself.
Sincerely, your friend and CARING COURIER…
A. L.
The following Dear John Letter is so special to me. It’s a FAMILY thing! Not mine! It’s the Taylor Family! But they sure are part of my extended family NOW~ By way of intro to this Dear John letter I must say that I can never ever go anywhere without the long long threads of Saint Pauls, seemingly sown throughout our community…dare I say NORTH AMERICA or WORLD! As shared, I wear my P proudly and whenever I can. If it is noticed by someone or I notice the P on another…it never fails to begin a ‘meet & greet’ (and lots of smiling & laughing too).
Well a couple years ago I saw the P on one of the boys shorts at the Grant Park field I was about to ref touch football at. Upon doing my intro to ‘Jack’ I discovered his Dad ‘Mike’ was also playing! Ditto another intro. Having founded my touch league back in 1980 with all my brothers playing…then sons, my motive then was A FAMILY PLAYING! I watched and smiled huge in seeing Jack playing with his Dad! And they scored back to back TD’s in winning the game (not that the win was the big thing). But after the game I signaled them out for ‘historical’ reasons! They were the first father & son to score back to back TD’s in their very first game in my league in its 38 year history! And then Dane, Jack’s brother…also joined the team after being told what happened! And going forward…it has been such a gift to me to see them keep playing..as a family!
And smiling…laughing….hugging…and now as their adopted UNCLE! And I also consider Michael as brother #11!!! And I drafted both Dane & Jack onto a team I formed in this the 38th season of play made of Saint Pauls students & alumni, along with some fathers! And guess whom my #1 draft choice was! Yup, their DAD! ALL STAR Mike Taylor! And I am staying young as well…also playing on this CRU team! And it looks like we will have to start a CRU tradition because we could well see 3 or 4 CRU teams participating next season. Note: And moms & daughters/sisters welcome! And this all began with a boy name Jack Taylor wearing the P on his track shorts! Jack was in the top 5 in Canada (track)…and both he and his brother Dane are exceptional young men! I WILL BE FOLLOWING THEIR JOURNEY!
Dear John,
I’m writing this letter in appreciation for all that you do and have done for my sons and I, while playing touch football at Canford. You may not be aware of this, but I played sponge hockey at Canford when I was in my teens and 20’s. At that time, I didn’t really understand all that you represented. I was more focused on the winning aspect of sports and less on the sportsmanship aspect; which is the cornerstone of all your programs today. Now that I’m a “little” older and hopefully a “lot” wiser, I see the strong values you bring each and every week to the football fields and how you try to instill those values into your players. Now that I’m playing with my two sons, I really appreciate you being there as a role model instilling and modeling some great values for my boys.
I still remember the first day we came out to play. You noticed Jack’s shorts right away. He was wearing St. Paul’s High School shorts and you immediately came over and introduced yourself, the St. Paul’s connection was immediate. From that moment, it has been truly special playing touch football at Canford with my sons. Every time we come to the field you are positive and encouraging and coaching them as if they were your own.
I am very lucky that I am able to play touch football with my two sons. How great it is that we can play as a family! Playing touch football at Canford has brought us closer together. My wife also participates by coming to watch and cheer us on. Sometimes even my parents will come out to watch us all play together!! My boys still talk about our first game at Canford playing together when we won the award for being the first ever father and son duo to score back to back touchdowns in our very first game together.
And when I attended with both of my sons, the event that you were speaking at last May, to raise funds to cover tuitions for single moms to attend the U of M you asked us to stand up, came over to our table with the mike in your hand, and you shared our story with everyone in attendance, speaking about each of us and also about us playing together as a family and that we were so special to you , in being able to see us play every week! Then you gave us hugs. My sons and I will never forget that, John.
As you are aware, my boys and I are looking forward to another great season of touch football. There is no doubt that you will continue to be a positive influence. I know you do so much in the city to promote an active community and to help the less fortunate. If there is ever anything I can do to help out, please let me know. In the last few years, I have become a member of the Kidsport board. Let me know if you think this organization could be of help to you in any way. John, thank you again for all that you do within our city. You are truly a man of character and ‘ a Man for Others’. I look forward to assisting you with your future endeavors.
Sincerely,
Mike Taylor
Dear John,
I am writing this letter as a way of showing my appreciation. Over the past couple of years , myself, my brother, and my father have had the privilege to play touch football in your league. It is a very special experience to be able to play with my family. I don’t think many teenagers can say they paly together with their father. The other reason why playing touch football is you, John. You always are coaching me while I play or talking to me about school, track, etc. Not only do you take an interest in me at the field but you send me messages over the Saint Pauls online community. When I won the cross country MVP award in Grade 10 , you were the very first to send me congratulations and did so with excitement. Another good reason I enjoy playing in your league is because the main goals is to have fun and build character in a positive manner. I admire that about you and I see you as a great role model for the whole community. If future programs, sports and leagues will be offered at the new family community centre you are planning, I would be thrilled to be part of it. Finally, if my time was required to help in any way I would be more than happy to volunteer my time to help such a great cause.
Sincerely, Jack Taylor Class of 2018 Saint Paul’s
Dear John,
Hope all is going well. Can’t wait for touch football this summer!! When my Dad and brother came back home from their very first touch football game in your league they shared big smiles because each had touchdowns in their very first game and a lot of fun. Loving football, I asked if I could come out and play too. And when I did, you made me feel comfortable immediately. You explained the rules which emphasized sportsmanship and having fun, as opposed to winning. And you continued to ask what we were doing outside of school and have shown such great interest every week we play and its always a pleasure to see and talk to you. I will certainly participate in any future programs that will be offered and I am also willing to help with the planned family centre.
Sincerely, Dane Taylor Class of 2017 Saint Paul’s
Preface to Letter: The following Dear John is from a man named Dana Brian that became a father at age 17, a year younger than I did! I met him while he was in mandatory residence at BHF in St Norbert (Behavioural Health Foundation) …a rehab & treatment facility for both women and men.
Dana had shared his struggles with me and also his wish to become a better father to his son. For the 2011-12 winter season I ran the spongee program out of the rink at the BHF. I also encouraged those in residence (women & men) to get involved. With restrictions placed upon them as far as ‘free’ time away from assigned daily & evening sessions and duties I did not know if they could commit to playing on a regular basis but I really thought that seeing so many of those behind the walls had never been involved in team sports…that it could possibly provide them with not only regular doses of PLAY, but also something really special…that of a touch of togetherness in a weekly ‘team’ setting.
What began with an initial 10 residents in week one of the spongee season…grew weekly as ‘red’ cheeked and smiling faces left the rink heading back into the BHF building with those that WERE not playing…starting to take interest! And they did so! By season’s end over 40 women & men were participating on two teams (coed & mens) with a ‘floating’ roster (in view of duties/sessions schedules)! We put sticks in their hands, spongee shoes on their feet, and jerseys on their backs and for at least 90 minutes on the rink each match, they forgot where they were living…only concerned about PLAYING~ And Dana? By season’s end for the final FUN bonus games…guess who was playing goal on his fun team? Yup! His son! And whom was watching proudly with a huge smile on his face from the side boards? Grampa!!
Dear John,
The moment I heard we were having a sponge hockey program to be played at the BHF rink, I admit I was skeptical because I never played spongee before. I’ve played ice hockey since I was 4 years old so I didn’t know what to expect. I heard we were going to have our own team and I was committed to be on the team no matter what, however I didn’t think we would have enough players that would be able to commit play week in and week out, but was I ever wrong. One week we had enough players to form two teams!
One of the Behavioural Health Foundation (St Norbert) Coed Teams playing sponge on a cold & snowy weekend! Before I ever met John, he had his son Rob drop off three boxes of spongee shoes, a box of sponge pucks and a whack of already taped up sticks both right and left handed! And two hockey nets too. We could practice during the week before the weekend games. John was also the one taking care of the rink, clearing all the snow and flooding and making ice all the time. Right then and there I knew John had the passion and love for the game of hockey I have had my whole life. For someone to do something like that without even knowing any of the people he was doing it for and doing it out of the kindness of his heart, John truly is a generous, remarkable, one of a kind good hearted person.
I lost control of my love for the game when I could no longer play hockey before having a few beers beforehand. I was taking stupid penalties and retaliating at every little thing that happened on the ice. Though I still loved the game I wasn’t having any fun sitting in the penalty box and getting kicked out of most games for stupid stick penalties while playing under the influence.
What John has done for me and for the whole entire foundation here in St Norbert, he has lifted our spirits , been a positive role model, a referee, coach, general manager, commissioner, ice maker, scheduler and great player!! Man, he would grab a stick while reffing and play with us at the same time. And wow! For a 60+ aged man can that guy still move. I would bug his son Rob about borrowing his Dad’s legs when Rob was hurting from running hard. And there were games when we sure could have used John on our team, that’s for damn sure.
John has taught me and showed me I can still play the game while being sober. All my stupid retaliation penalties and stick penalties were no longer the way I played the hockey. John stresses sportsmanship, respect, and fun. My attitude towards opposing teams and players had now been positive and I could laugh and have fun on the ice win or lose like I did when I was a kid. I have now been sober and clean for five months and I have my passion to play hockey again and for the love of the game, all thanks to john. I am having fun just playing again, all thanks to John. I don’t know how or anyway I can ever forget what John has done for me and for the entire sponge hockey community for the past 40 year. I don’t know how or any way I can thank him enough, but on behalf of myself, BHF, and the entire community, thank you John Robertson. YOU ARE ONE OF A KIND!
Dana Brian
The following letter has been edited for privacy reason removing names of those in residence at the BHF facilities and to also remove other personal references as well. This if from a young woman that was moved from foster home to foster home and the pain & suffering that she experienced is NOT acceptable! Never~
Dear John,
I wish I had the courage to put my name at the end of this letter, like Dana did, but I am not yet strong enough to do so. But I really do believe that I will be able to hopefully one day sooner than later sign it. But knowing that you know who I am, is good enough for me. I write this from my heart, John and never in my wildest dreams would I have thought I would ever be able to share my most innermost feelings. But you have given me the strength and encouragement to be able to do so.
That very first day in December of being admitted into the BHF treatment centre in St Norbert I was so down and out. I really felt lost and without hope after three weeks in downtown lock up. But there you were, sitting at the next table talking with other residents about if they would take a chance on playing sponge hockey on teams you were organizing. I did not care to listen but found myself doing just that. You were so pumped and your laughter and genuine interest in trying to help others, got to me! And when you looked over at me, though I was NOT showing any interest whatsoever, you got up and came over to me to see if I would be interested in playing too. I was slumped in my chair, head down and really not up to talking to anyone. But your smile somehow got me to tell you I liked sports, especially soccer and basketball, but that I never played sponge hockey, you seemed excited about having me come out to play. You even asked if I needed a right or left handed hockey stick and even my foot size so you could get me my own spongee shoes. Even a jersey too with the # of my choice.
My inner instincts were telling me “ Who is this guy and what does he really want from me?” I have never had good men within my life, John, and to be honest with you, I thought you had other motives, just like the other bad men in my troubled life that all wanted something. But I decided to take a chance anyways. What the heck! I’m in kind of a lock up anyway and without many rights I thought why not check this spongee out seeing it may help me get through the long winter.
And now looking back, it was the best decision I have ever made! Right from
that very first time on the rink, John, what I saw you do for every person was truly amazing. You knew every person’s name. You gave every player encouragement. You really really cared. And they all seemed to care for you too. And from that first week on, I and the others found ourselves talking about you often within the BHF centre, even in our group sessions, and we could not wait to get on that rink again. And LOL us girls would also watch you out our windows while you were clearing snow and flooding on the rink getting all ready for us to play.
Like me, many others did not have good men within their lifes. So many within the walls of that BHF centre have considered suicide. I had not only considered it but tried it, several times. And when you noticed the scars on my neck and my wrists John when you were giving me better gloves and a neck warmer on the rink on that very cold saturday just before Christmas, you were kind enough to NOT ask me what happened but I then told you. And though you tried to hide it John, I saw you wiping away tears when you walked over to pick up the pucks to begin the game. You really cared.
And at this point in this letter, I must now tell you that you saved my life! And not just once but on a weekly basis during this past winter just by being there for me as well as others. I often went through all the steps I should try next in taking my life but after meeting you I found hope through your caring and encouragement. You make me want to live, to be a better woman and to make a difference in this world just like you do. You have made an everlasting impression on me, and will always remember that you said that God loves me no matter what I have done and that I should pray to him. I don’t exactly know but what I do believe now is God has set plans for me and good intentions for God is good and pure and as a child of God I shall do and be all that I can and follow in his footsteps.
You John are truly the inspiration to my heart, the motivation and positive energy to push me over that invisible line I so painstakenly seemed to keep tripping over time after time again. Ive led a life of misery, hurt, pain, abuse, drugs, exploitation yet seemed satisfied for that was all I seen and heard all my life. Following in the footsteps of all that I have ever known, what was within my comfort zone I kept drowning in the water I so very hard tried to tred becoming weak and sore so I gave up and lost myself to drugs trying to block out the pain, the hurt I felt. Now at a point in my life where I am strong enough to bear those heavy blows I want to help others like you do, ones that have lived a life like I have and hopefully be as you were to me a guiding yet gentle hand in a time of need when all else feels hopeless, lost, you feel unneeded, unloved, used, abused and broken.
John, I did not plan on this being as long as it is but to be honest I must share the following with you. I never talk about my father. The pain is too much. I never really knew him nor do I ever want to see him. My early years were a really mess. After CFS took me away from my alcoholic and unfit mom when I was 13, I went through about 20 foster homes. I don’t have too many good memories. Maybe the best time would be when I was on a ranch and could care and be with the horses. I have had so much pain in my life. I lost my best friend at age 13, a girl that hung her self. She was being abused. I have still not got over losing her. I cannot turn back the clock. If I met you earlier, my life would have been so much better. But at least I know of you now.
The way you have talked with pride about your family and always showing pictures to everyone at BHF, I know that they must love you so much. They are the lucky ones for having a man like you in their lives. And I can honestly say that you are the best man that I have ever met in my entire life. Words cannot begin to explain what you have done for me. The reassurance you have instilled in me that there really are true and wonderful people out there in this world and John you are exceptional. That unexpected action in time of need, that outstretched hand you give to others that may not have lived otherwise. How you walk into peoples lives and make an everlasting impression and ever lasting change. You really leave footprints on the hearts of all you take time to care for.
And I know that I can speak for the many others also struggling within these walls at BHF that appreciate you much more than you could ever know. Many of them cannot express their feelings and even write them out, but they have mentioned you often and with great admiration and affection. And many had said that they would miss seeing you once the winter is over. And now that it has been, they are right. I can’t mention their names cuz of bhf privacy rules but you know them all. And as I said in the beginning, though I am unable to sign off on this, John, maybe I will be strong enough one day. From a woman whose life you saved and that will never forget you. Love and appreciation from me and all within these sorrowful walls of BHF. I hope to stay clean and hopeful as to what my future holds, and to also stay in touch!
Take care, and as you say God Bless, from a woman who will not forget you..
The following letter is from a young woman that has become like a daughter to me. I met her in August of 2013 when she dropped by the daycare when my little Ella Colleen was in care. Melissa was visiting. I smiled at her and she smiled back! That was it! She had quit high school after having a 90 average in grade 9 to have baby Joey at age 15. For two full years she struggled.
Dear John
I may not know all the right words to begin this letter but with me finally realizing my goal of returning to school on Monday, July 14th, I wanted to sit down and write this personal letter to you and share my feelings of appreciation for all that you have done and are still offering to do, not only for me but for my son, Joey! Please forgive me if I have mispelled any words and for the typos!
Walking into the daycare Makoonsag on Selkirk in August of the summer 2013, I would have never imagined to meet up with someone who took interest in me while playing with my son at the daycare. I thought it may have just been the typical person who just say’s it’s nice to see that happening. But, that’s not the case in this situation. When I saw you walk into the daycare, all the kids swarmed you, and not only did the kids want to play with you, many wanted you to pick them up. And every day care worker smiled and giggled as you gave each worker a hug. I said to myself “Who is this guy?”
Then you had taken me aside in the daycare and asked me about mother hood, if I had costody of my son and if I am the caregiver. I proudly agreed! You then asked, if I was in school, what are my short term and long term goals and along with a few more questions. You kindly reassured me that I am very important because my son has his mom in his life everyday caring for him, and that not all childen get that chance. Many babies are being raised by their grandparents these days you mentioned. I would like to point out, after having this talk with you, you made me realize how important not only mine, but my son’s future is.
And you told me, you were proud of me for saying yes to life, to Joey. At the time, I took it as just a compliment because anyone can say their proud of someone, but to prove it is another thing. Our conversation had to end. You had to leave. You then told me to stay in touch, so we exchanged emails. I had emailed you the very next day asking about your work in the community, and what my real long terms goal were and that I would like to accomplish them. But my email did not send!
Then one day, I searched all over to find your contact information, and I resent my message regarding of my goals in need of accomplishment. You replied almost instantly, giving me opportunities left and right about where I could start. My mind was set on money at first, I was determined to have a job before anything. You did let me know how important money was, but you implanted a definition of the meaning of how far more important a diploma can get me in my future. If I get a job first, and wait for school it will just procrastinate time. Future now and money will follow, is how I took your message. Which was great words to come from a wisdom man. By now; wise, smart, caring and out-going were not words to describe you, it was words beyond “wise, smart, caring and out-going.”
As we were emailing, you sent me a link to your website about your programs that I could not open due to my cell phone being restricted to open links. So, what did you do next? You told me I needed to be able to get online, especially for school sake, my homework and my son could even watch funny videos and play games too! So what did you do? You got me a refurbished computer system! And not only a computer, you got me a printer/scanner/faxer and speakers! How appreciative I was for that!
I thought to myself, why me? I am just a regular girl who aim’s too high. But then I thought deeper within the question. This is who John Robertson is. He helps young mothers, and not only young mothers, but many other mothers too. He helps youths, young men, both the struggling and good students too. You help the youth know “you are what you see and do.” The sky is the limit. No such thing as limits when you want to achieve. You told me, “You need to struggle and emerge.” Never let defeat define you and bring you down. You get right back up and show life, you had the taste of defeat but had never let it defeat you indefinately. You took defeat and gave it a taste of success. You let me know there would be hurdles I’d have to jump in order to cut through that finish line and through challenges I face, and you will be there right next to me with encouragment.
I believe in myself now because of you! I believe you would not let me fail, I believe I can be that special woman as long as I put myself within my achievements. You even got me lined up for a summer job at WASAC, working with aboriginal kids, if I was not accepted into the Urban Centre. But as we discussed, our number one goal was SCHOOL! John Robertson, went out of his way for me to start my future. He gave me a list of school’s I can attend and what the perks came with. John also insisted upon meeting with my mom so my mom would not worry about his intentions. And it turned out that my mom knew of John from others!
And then it all came down to one school that really highlighted the email which was Urban Circle Training Center. You made sure I met all requirements to be accepted. Was it easy? NO! And you had a list of things on a criteria I had to meet. Acceptance of daycare for the specific day of July 14th, 2 referance letters, funding for school, etc the list goes on. Joey was way down on the waiting list at daycare @ #22 on list but you went and met with the daycare manager, Dawn, who was one of your friends, who isn’t???, and you were able to get Joey to the very top of the daycare list and he was accepted immediately! Wow!
Then you came with me to my orientation, drove me to and from. After all your hard work, ALL the requirements were met of the criteria! You even went over how I should be within the interview and all possible things they would ask of me! And it was exactly as you said! I did so well! Thanks to John Robertson! And when my social assistance worker told me I could not attend Urban Circle until an education assessment was done a month later, meaning I could not begin on July 14th, I thought all was for not! But you said not to worry! That you would handle it! And you contacted my worker and all was approved!
We had one last thing to wait for; the call of being accepted into Urban Circle Training Center. One week after my Interview, I received the call I have been waiting for. I proudly heard ” Hello, Melissa Moar I am calling to let you know that you have been accepted into the A.E.E.P class at Urban Circle, it is a pleasure to have you with us on Monday, July 14th. We look forward in seeing you there.” Wow, did my heart ever race with excitement. I instantly messaged John and told him “WE DID IT” I have been accepted into Urban Circle. The phone rang, it was John. He was driving, and he pulled over to tell me Congratulations and how proud of me he was. Hearing him tell me, “I am very proud of you Melissa Moar” made my heart smile, and my eyes tear up in happiness. Right then and there was the moment I was most honoured for. Never once have I ever been told I was proud of and had it been meant. I cried with pride when John said that to me!
It has been a week and a half now that I have been in Urban Circle. I walked in with small anxiety from being nervous. Why was I nervous? Because for the first time in 3 years I am back in a classroom with strangers who want the same goal as me. From being at Urban Circle it has made me have peace within myself again. We smudge every morning following with an open prayer. I was a shy person, never came out of my comfort zone. Just kept to myself. I walk into class every morning now and I feel like my classmates are my family. Urban Circle helped me come out of my comfort zone, made me trust people. My body feels physically appreciated again. Before coming to school, I felt always worried, on top of my toes looking for what’s next. I was always right, left, up down, I was everywhere trying to do something satisfying to everyone. I was so busy trying to make everyone else happy, I was forgetting myself.
So, this explains why I am so overly appreciated of having John Robertson icome into my life in 2013. It was like he was meant to cross my path that very day to help me get on my feet, for not only myself but like I said for my son too! Without John, I would not be on my path in the direction of chasing my dreams. I am going confidently not only chasing my dreams, I am CATCHING THEM! And I know that you have put months of work into getting all those hurdles overcome, John. And I know that you must be doing so much for many others too! I sure hope they appreciate you as much as I do.
And yes, you are now helping out my sister, Heather, in getting her into the Early Childhood Certificate program at Red River! She’s excited. And you are also willing to help my cousin, Kendra, also an 18yr old mom of 8 month old Kylee. Kendra, with your help, can be in Urban circle in January of 2015, and you are going to try and get little kylee into same daycare as Joey!
John Robertson, I am in tear’s writing this letter to show you my deepest appreciation of taking me aside to talk to me. Kim said that having your support went a long way towards my acceptance and wanted to share that with me. Reading your support letter made me so emotional! And now its my turn, John! I hope this makes you feel even a tenth as emotional as you have made me feel! And I will show you the lion in me on December 17th, my graduation day. The day you greatfully gave me and told me to circle on my calender. If there was any way of showing you my appreciation, it would be this simple and heart felt letter and to have you on the stage with me the day I graduate!
And also to be there for my very first day in University or Nursing that you are willing to help me with after I graduate high school. I want you every step of the way. You stood by me, believeing in me when no one else has. You were there through my struggles, so not only do I want you to be there during my success. You DESERVE to be there! My appreciation for you will never be able to come near to an end John. You gave me an oppertunity for a lifetime of success and I pray that you will stay healthy and remain in our lives. And I want to be as good a woman as you are a man. When I have been with you you treat everyone as if they are royalty or so special.
And I remember when you said when you were driving me to meet with Kim at Urban that you had to make a pit stop on way. Minutes later you jumped out of the car and the security doorman at your daughters social work school on selkirk came outside as soon as he saw you pull up! You gave him a hug….then raced back into the car. I asked you what just happened and you just said that you promised him that you would stop and hug him everytime you were in the area. And the look and pleasure on that doormans face was priceless! I bet no one ever treats him as good as you do. I had a few tears after you explained what you did.
I really want to return the favor of appreciation. This means so much to me, because these are the steps my son will see in the future. I am a new step closer everyday to hearing my son call me his hero….like you wrote within your support letter. The day that I feel the warming words come from his mouth, will be the day I owe you the world! Because you got me to that place. The real hero here, is you, John Robertson! You have probably touched thousands and thousands of other lives too. Your family is so blessed to have you in their lives. And everyone you help are also better because of you.
From one of the luckiest girls in this world! And a woman that will not let you down! Thank you John.
Melissa Moar…
As a preface for the following letter I simply want to share that the writer of this letter is more than a participant in the programs. Ray Sarrasin has caringly recruited, managed, and kept together & active…a group of friends that have trekked into Winnipeg every weekend during the season for 13 to 14 years…TO PLAY! Ray met Vendy while he was playing in Canford and before long she was playing too…and before long they married…and before long they had a girl …then a boy! And little Justin went through life threatening health issues right since under a year old! Ray considers himself to be a very lucky man, having Vendy and his little ones, along with his many many friends! I am that much richer with Ray in my life as well! Its not unusual for Ray to delay sleep til 3am some nites, caring for Justin. Ray smiles when I call him my ‘adopted’ son… but I smile more…at him!
Dear John,
Rather than write this directly to you, I have chosen to write this to the others that do not know about you and what you do within our community at large. And not many even know what CANFORD is all about but we sure do.
Anyone who knows John Robertson, knows how much of himself is invested into Canford Sports. The Canford leagues are so much more than just sports and recreation. And It’s not your typical meeting place for your weekly recreational sport. It is the face of where friendships are born and blossom into lifelong relationships. It’s where brothers, sisters, fathers, sons and daughters get together and enjoy a weekly outing of fun and exercise. It’s where smiles are free and plentiful. John is like the father figure to a very large family of young and old amateur sports enthusiasts.
Besides getting to know all of the players by name, he takes a sincere approach in understanding and listening to what’s important in their lives, their families He also always gives back to the community, especially to its disadvantaged youths and families. Often you’ll find John looking for used sports equipment for his free youth programs like sponge hockey and soccer. His reward, is watching the kids’ faces light up when they receive a hockey stick or soccer shoes and the joy of watching the Canford kids just be kids.
John has achieved making his vision as to how we should be looking at providing recreational sports for everyone, into a reality. It’s largely about involving families in sport. It’s about having fun with people of your community. It’s about sharing those moments with your friends and in turn growing and coming together by creating fresh memories with your new friends. Once you join, it’s hard not to get inspired by what you witness on and off the ice.
Through the league, our sponge hockey team has donated gifts to the sick and many used equipment to the less fortunate over the last 13 years. All of this can only be possible because each and every individual member of our team knows what John and his vision is all about. We understand how much effort goes into making all of this possible. And even though John is father Canford, many of his “Canford Faithful” like to spread the Canford spirit by getting involved themselves in their own way. John has motivated me to get more active in my community. I’ve learned there’s a lot of joy in coaching youth soccer and more recently I’ve put together a free fun adult soccer league on Friday nights. And with many of our team living outside of Winnipeg we have always traveled to wherever John offers his programs.
And John believes it’s time to share even more with as many families and participants as possible in developing a new site, a new home, that will serve thousands & thousands and not just for our community but to invite out of province participants to come and play with us! And we are in full support of John’s vision and anxious and looking forward to helping through our on going volunteer commitments towards site development. It’s all about spreading those smiles. I know as well as John, that a smile can go a long way with Winnipeg & Manitoba being the City & Province of play!
#8 – Team Corona Royals Ray Sarrasin, A Proud Friend
Dear John,
First of all, let me apologize for not doing this sooner, or more consistently than I feel is needed. A thank you note, albeit a nice gesture, is an easy one…and one that should not only be done at times of necessity. Since you are aware of how much our players appreciate all of the effort you put in, I figured the best way to write this would be as an introduction for those that are NOT familiar with your programs or with John Robertson.
The first instance of when our team, the Starpucks, realized just how special of a person you are, was shortly into our very first season of playing…way back many winters ago! We wanted to benefit from a bit of practice, and you were gracious enough to allow us to use a rink on your day off. What we did NOT anticipate, however, was that you showed up overnight to keep clearing the plethora of heavy snow on the rink …and to also warm up the changing area. We noticed a note tacked to the open door saying the following (I paraphrase).
“Jeff, I am sorry. I was able to keep clearing the snow overnite and throw most of it off but my knee gave out and I have to go to Concordia Emergency. I will hurry back to finish up while you are playing. John”
To this very day, that single gesture affects us deeply, and we make sure to mention this to our new teammates so they will have the level of respect for you that we feel is deserved. You’ve also done whatever is possible when we are unable to play at certain times, and have accommodated us even on a week to week basis so majority of our players can play. We appreciate absolutely everything you have done for us over the many years. And Let me reiterate something here! This is for just our one team playing one sport! I cannot imagine the number of requests you receive on a week to week basis. And I just cannot imagine how you accommodate them all of them! Doing so, is an absolutely phenomenal attribute that you possess.. But that is not the kicker!
The kicker, John… Is that you have done and still do all of this on your own! From setting up the rinks & sites so we, the players, are comfortable. And you clear the rinks & shovel horrendous amounts of snow. You work through the nites often, and are flooding the rinks over & over to give us the best ice in town…and THEN…you hang in the entire day to referee every single game! And you do all of this with one thing in mind. To provide a placefor good sportsmanship, fun, and bonding by and for… all walks of life. For us! Whether it’s for people who have been playing sports for years. to those that have not even held a hockey stick before (or run on ice, for that matter!), it’s all to help bridge gaps ( generational or social). To bring the community together. To help us grow in community. From my personal perspective, no one else could have done a better job!
And John, I have to disagree that you are THE RICHEST MAN IN TOWN! It’s those of us that have had the opportunity to work with you, for you, or know you, that are FAR RICHER! As everything you do, it’s for us. As everything you have, you share. Everything that you know, you teach. And everything that you do, is passed down and makes us better humans. Which, for me , being a life long Winnipegger, this City sure needs more of! So again, dear friend.. I thank you, far more than you can ever imagine!
Respectfully, Jeff Hassan…and on behalf of the StarPucks Team
Thank you for viewing some of my treasures! Will add more when time allows! And just a note (lol)… I often try to find the time to write letters to others. To family, to friends, and yes…to complete strangers that I have witnessed and caught…in committing ‘acts of caring…acts of kindness’…or simply been made aware of their achievements, community service, and ‘love for others’! And it does NOT have to be HUGE acts or goals achieved! I often echo what Mother Teresa always challenged us to do.. “We don’t have to do great things…better to do small things in great ways!” and “Show love to all whom are put in your path, and do not let them leave without them feeling happier!” Uncle John met and wrote about many sports icons during his long & illustrious career from Ali the greatest boxer…to Gordie Howe, Wayne Gretski ‘s hero…but it was Mother Teresa that he was humbled by when he met and spent time with. I challenge you to sit down and write ‘love letters’~ Begin with just one! Begin with family!! When I was asked to speak at the Manitoba Marathon Media Luncheon (presenting awards)..I suggested to those attending to write a LOVE letter and tuck it into the HAPPY FATHERS DAY CARDS (especially with our marathon always being on fathers day every year! And even if Dad had passed…still but that card & write that letter and give to MOM on FATHERS DAY (and yes this is after her MOTHERS DAY CARD! lol).. If Mom has left as well, still get those Fathers Day & Mothers Day cards…add love notes…and keep them in a box…close by!! LOVE TO ALL! John…