Our school principal, Father Francis Mascarenhas, would occasionally visit some classes for observation. Although it didn’t seem random for my class, his visits were usually a surprise. There would be an absolute pin-drop silence as soon as he would set his foot inside the class. I recall the experience of one being a mix of fear, respect, maybe more fear than respect.
I had accepted a new job in Toronto, the big TO, in 2006, and despite the excitement, leaving Florenceville, New Brunswick was unusually harder than we expected. This was not the first time we were uprooting ourselves in search of the proverbial new pastures. We had travelled thousands of miles before, but this time it seemed different.
Forts and castles can be traced back to the time humans first started defining their territories and power over one another. It was a symbol of strength and superiority over other ruling powers. It took years to build and took sweat and blood from hundreds and thousands who toiled on making them. Continue reading “Build some walls | Life Series”