A Speech for Schlegel Villages’ Operational Planning
Wow what a ride I'm really here. Please don't anyone pinch me, I don't want to wake up if this isn't real. These things don't happen to me ever or Tiffany either. For as I think back over Tiffany’s and my experience in the Pursuit of Passion, the immediacy of it made me and every other exhibitor/performer feel a part of the real world again.
That's why I'm glad you decided to make it into a Showcase of talent and not a Talent Show competition. Every one of us out there performing or exhibiting and even people who hadn't come but had participated earlier had decided to ignore their limitations, refused to be defined by their afflictions and risk embarrassment, pity and family and caregiver and medical opposition in order to create memories of who they were now that they could be proud of.
Even if their passion was their own past glories, they each were there to add their own individual slants. As a result we all won. Tiffany says I have become “Schlegelized” but it would have felt wrong and divisive to try and judge such a diverse and intimate set of exhibits and performances between village groups when it was so much more a real celebration of life and living.
But back to Tiffany’s and my performance. How do you explain or describe what happened. For most of us, when we think of passions we think of dreams; dreams of being the best athlete, the best actor, the best singer and so forth, and the crowd going crazy as we do it. But very few of us get to be 19-year-old Canadian tennis player Dennis Shapelov playing before 25,000 screaming fans on centre court of the U.S. Open or Katy Perry on stage before a sold-out Madison Square Garden or Emma Stone and Ryan Gosling in La La Land on tens of thousands of movie screens worldwide.
For most of us, these dreams die early as we find we have to settle for being an average player in a house league, singing passable karaoke on a night out with friends or being an unpaid support actor in a local theatre play. Our dreams become smaller and smaller in the face of the reality of our day-to-day living or total fantasy like winning the lotto or having a post go viral. I know I buried most of them almost 50 years ago under a ton of math physics and chemistry texts my first year at Queens. The rest in the next 15 years as I reached my status quo in the workplace and had family responsibilities, trading my kids’ dreams for my own. Tiffany the same.
But dreams, as it turns out, are impossible to kill no matter how deep we bury them.
Then, late in January, along comes a University Gates outing taking Tiffany as staff and me as resident to see La La Land. Tiffany and I both loved it, and for me it was a double whammy because I had just spent the past year living the whole thing through my daughter Ariel as she spent the past year trying to break into the theatre and music scene in Toronto after graduation with a musical theatre degree. The next day when Tiffany found me trying to tease the opening notes to City of Stars out of the piano, she dared me to play it at the talent show planned for late spring.
I know if she hadn't made that dare I would have tinkered around as usual that morning and then moved on. As she left to wait for my answer, my musical theatre dream resurrected and seemed to be pointing a finger at me saying ‘you never even tried,’ and something snapped in me. As I chased after her my Spirit responded: ‘Hey are you satisfied? I'm going all right already.’ Tiffany, it turned out, had caught the same dream vision as one of the first she talked about was getting a yellow dress like Emma Stone wore in the movie. She never found one but she looked until the night before our first appearance.
Now I could fill another half hour telling you about our trials and tribulations in getting from there to our performance but that's for a different time. As I said earlier, our passions start with dreams that over time become small in the face of reality. But once in a very great while, the stars align and something magical occurs. I can't tell you what kind of response to our performance we hoped to get, as we were too busy trying to make it match our vision to worry about the audience. However, there is no way to describe how it feels to have an audience burst into spontaneous applause in the middle of your performance, then to have it followed up by total strangers coming up to you and telling you how wonderful you did and that it brought tears to their eyes, not just once but countless times throughout the rest of the day and for a number of days after; it was truly amazing.
Just to make it even more surreal, I even had a beautiful girl ask permission to take a selfie with me. Just when we thought it couldn't get any better, there appears this this amazing photo and article by Kristian Partington on the Schlegel Villages web site and as an insert in the newsletter conveying the poignancy and immediacy of each moment with the deft strokes of his pen, as only a true artist can. I believe Schlegel got a real gem when they started using him to write articles for them.
Then came the front page of the summer edition of The Village Voice and now, tonight, to top it off as the icing on the cake. Most people's 15 minutes of fame last 15 minutes, but you have made ours last a whole summer – unbelievable. It has left us with memories that will brighten our days forever as, for once, reality has exceeded our wildest dreams and I'm glad you all enjoyed it as much as we did to make it happen.
On a last personal note, it seems funny – the transition from independent living to long-term care is supposed to be a depressing year but, instead, the way your staff have worked with me, given me their friendships and the quality and variety of the programs and opportunities you have afforded me have made it one of the happiest I have ever had.
I can't thank you enough for giving us the opportunity to make our dreams come true.