The Heart of Darkness


I fell in love with the ocean

I found work building fiberglass commercial  boats in Victoria at Pelagic Pacific designed by Vic Goldrup .  I worked for Vic in Campbell River until being sent to Hadley's Bay near Minstrel Island to finish outfitting boats.    Michael was two and Susan and I lived with 8 other adults along 1/4 mile of road, in the middle of nowhere, or so we thought.  

Actually Terrace BC was the heart of nowhere after I talked my way into a empty pre-paid course repairing outboard motors.  Carrie was born in 1975, Manpower said congratulations on your new arrival here's $10 extra a month, unemployment said we hear you are receiving an extra $10 a month and took it away.

A tough year but that ticket allowed me to get a job for working for BC Packers in Steveston, Namu and Queensboro.  Steveston gave me a job and sent me to Namu.  Namu, allowed us to save $10k, Susan worked in fresh fisn, and then send Susan to SFU.   Working at Queensboro made that happen!  That allowed us to get into Louis Riel House where I also worked as a part time assistant manager.   After BC Packers I went to work for Finning Tractor but was laid off during the 1980 recession.  My dad passed in 1980.  Susan was taking full loads and working part time so I built a H-89 computer and taught myself basic.  

By 1983 our savings were gone and we had $13k in student loans.   In 1984, having earned her teaching certific but one semester short of earning her five-year degree , Susan accepted her first temporary teaching contract with SD#72 on Cortes Island.  By then we were as poor as church mice and over $15k in debt.  She borrowed her Dad's camper and worked until we had enough money to move to Cortes.

I found work on Quadra Island, a 40 minute ferry ride from Cortes.  I hitchhiked across Quadra every day meeting all sorts of people.   

We had crossed the finish line!  We were safe, in good health and on Cortes stood to earn over $60k a year from that point on.  We were Rich!  Safe place for the kids after the terrors of the notorious serial killer of  Burnaby children.  I thought that I had died and gone to heaven.  It lasted two months, eight weeks.  

I fell off the Q-Cove Boatworks marine ways on a Friday in September 1984.  The fall should have killed me. 

my traumas are the truth of me

the trauma was not the fall, the trauma was not the physical injury.  

the trauma was the realization that the people who I thought were helping were not, they were looking for reasons to not to help

to reduce the WCB liabilities

that that was their job

that was the trauma

that was theTotalPane

Forrest Gump Ran, I began to swim.  I swam for five years. 

twenty years to recover

2005 - Twenty One Years after I fell off the marine ways at Q-Cove Boatworks

“For the want of a nail the shoe was lost,

For the want of a shoe the horse was lost,

For the want of a horse the rider was lost,

For the want of a rider the battle was lost,

For the want of a battle the kingdom was lost,

And all for the want of a horseshoe-nail.” ― Benjamin Franklin