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My Journey From Montreal

Last week my wife and I were in Montreal for a series of training. It was for the first time that I was away from my daughter for more than two days ever since she was born. It felt strange.

On Sunday, she woke up crying; she missed us a lot. I got a call early in the morning letting me know that Skylar was crying. A few minutes with her on the phone did the magic. She started to smile again.

When we were finally back in Toronto, I couldn't wait to see her. My wife got out of the car quickly and ran into the house. A few minutes later, I joined her. When Skylar saw me, she laughed so hard, a laugh that I haven't seen for a while. She gave me this long hug that brought tears to my eyes. It was awesome.

A few  years ago, I went to Ottawa to host an event. At that time my daughter was still a baby. I was there for only one day, but I missed her so much. I remember writing to my mom to tell her that I now understood what she feels now that her three boys have left the country. She just laughed and said: "Now you know".

It is hard to relate to people when we haven't gone through what they have experienced. When a friend of mine was expecting a baby, she was constantly on the phone with my wife, asking her a lot of questions. Do you know why? Because my wife has been there. She could talk from experience.

Whatever you are going through my friend, it is for a purpose (that is what I always tell myself). One day, your experience will be a breath of fresh air for someone who will be going through the same. You then will be able to say: "Don't worry. You will be OK. I have been there".

That's what I think.

Moral of the story?

Do you want to help a friend? Just take a trip for a few days, and your daughter will miss you.



Always a pleasure

Patrick
The Journeyman.

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