Only a Canadian

A few weeks ago I was watching a TV show where the main character was coaching his client on how to act in front of the jury at his trial.
He told him to be more polite, less aggressive, more humble, and ended by saying “you know, Canadian.”
That is the way a lot of people describe Canadians, especially the Americans, and I have often wondered if they were complimenting us or insulting us.
I have decided to take it as a compliment.
They might think that being polite and kind means being weak. I guess I can’t blame them for that, as only a Canadian can know, how strong we are and how deep our strength goes; a strength that is built from our united pride and love of our country.
I wonder if they realize that by making jokes about how polite and kind we are, that in a way they are saying that they are not polite and kind.
The opposite of polite and kind would be rude and mean, which is something that I would not be proud of.
Pride, something else they don’t seem to think we have much of. Of course, only a Canadian can know how proud we are of our country.
The size of it is one thing, the varied beauty of it is another. We have the beauty of majestic mountains, sweeping prairies, dense green forests and lovely lakes spread across our country.
On top of all that we have the northern part of our country and that has an unmatched beauty of its own.
A  Canadian can be anything, from a cowboy to a fisherman to a prize winning research scientist; with everyone respecting the other for the work they do.
How could we not be proud of all that?
Only a Canadian can know that we are not only proud to be Canadian, we are grateful also.
Grateful that we can live in a country where we are free to be ourselves, whatever that might be.
We are free to get the education we need no matter what our gender, male, female or anything in between.
We are free to worship however, wherever and whenever we want. We are free to voice our disagreements with government without fear of imprisonment.
We are proud and grateful that we can live without the fear of our homes being bombed while we sleep, proud and grateful that we can go to our places of worship, or even just walk down the street without fear.
Only a Canadian can know how proud we are to be a Canadian.
I know I am.

by Lois Perepelitz

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