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when time stood still, and then, went on

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I wonder if my contemplations of a new book, “Time Interrupted” is a fore-runner of a conscious conversation with myself, devoid of any marketing or sales potential; merely a thought of where I have come from and perhaps, who knows, maybe where I am headed. .., all in the abstract of judgement, a mere solipsistic soliloquy of insights when time stood still, and then, went  on.

My very first remembrance of a flash, a different vision than the moment before, was when I was roughly two and a half years old, wandering up the road from my grandma’s house (most definitely unknown to her), looking at the giant billboard on top of the Coventry Rugby grounds.  Suddenly, it transformed into this mass of little dots, like ants, marching from the bottom or south to the north.  I knew instantly that these were people but that was it.  Prelude…, prescience…, who’s to know?

At 10 years old, sitting in my Mosely Avenue Junior School class listening to Mr. Kettlewell, I suddenly knew he was going to pick me to be the class monitor for some ‘outside the classroom’ adventure.

Two years later, as a high school freshman, about a hundred of us turned out for rugby trials. None of us knew much about rugby except that it was a cool, tough sport to play.  The trial started with a ball being tossed high into the air with the only instruction being, “Go get it.”  A hundred kids age twelve on a soggy soft, muddy rugby pitch milling around was fun enough, but then somehow, the ball popped out of the melee right into my waiting hands.  My subsequent charge back into the scrum moved the whole pack halfway down the side line until the whistle blew.  Some trials later, I was the captain of the ‘probables’ against the ‘possibles’.  Most of us came from a working-class background so togs to fit growing feet were hard to come by and made us feel somewhat inferior when playing the Grammar School boys, but we were scrappy and played hard.

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  1. Susan Gibson

    November 17, 2018 at 11:00 pm

    You have always lived a purpose driven life. I remember your friendship and encouragement on a cold Outward Bound adventure in 1982 near Thunder Bay Ontario like it was yesterday.

    Lives driven by values are lit by light. While we may stand back we watch and salute those who carry civil society forward.


  2. Susan Gibson

    November 18, 2018 at 11:10 pm

    Well Rob. I am glad to see you are still a serious and contemplative man. Its been 36 years since we huddled in a cold winter night on an Outward Bound adventure in Ontario’s north.

    Youve coached and written a book. Ive run a foundation for protected areas. Both happily agents of change.


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