Oh Canada

I have always considered myself somewhat of a Canadian.


I definitely love being an American, but Canada has always held a special place in my heart.


My wife and I had a blast river rafting in Whistler.


There was nothing like the Smoked Meat at Ben's Deli in Montreal.


And the Quebec Nordiques will always be dear to me.


R.I.P.


I have enjoyed many memorable moments in the Great White North, but this morning my relationship with Canada reached another level.


Uh-boat a week ago I got an email from Nicolas, who said he enjoyed my blog and wanted to write about it in the French Newspaper, La Presse.


Little did I know that it was one of the biggest papers in Canada.

I hadn't heard of La Presse, although on a trip to Quebec City in the early 90's I do recall buying a French paper to read about my beloved Nordiques.


Of course, the only French word I knew was fromage (cheese), so gathering info was quite the challenge.


I spoke with Nicolas for about an hour on Thursday when we discussed my life, my unemployment and my blog.


This morning his article came out.


It took about five minutes for Benoit to reach out to me.


Nine minutes later it was Mehdi.


That was followed by Louis, Oza, Yves, Duane, Michele, Guy, Sophie, Caroline, Pat, Chantal, Seigneur, Francois, another Caroline, Thalia, Andre, Martin, Sylviane, another Andre, Genevieve, Murielle and Charles-Alexandre.


Now that's a wake-up call.


The incredible and positive feedback for my blog has absolutely blown me away.


So far, "Sir Bacon" has 39 official followers on the blog, 26 on Facebook and 22 more on Twitter.


Believe me, I am not bragging, but rather pointing out that there are many wonderful people in the world.


Nobody NEEDS to read my blog, not even my close friends, but to have so many people reach out with such a sincere message of encouragement has been overwhelming.


And then factor in the most recent response, from a foreign country, speaking s foreign language and this is crazy nuts.


I definitely realize, now more than ever, that a hardship such as unemployment has no borders or boundaries.


But every and I mean EVERY response I get still amazes me.


Like the note from a man this morning who lost job and lost his marriage and he is doing what he can to provide for his daughter.


He told me that my blog made his day.


My blog made his day.


Correction Monsieur, your note made my day.


Once again I am so humbled and so appreciative of what Nicolas has done for me and apparently what I have done for others.


All I can say is Merci Beaucoup.


Sincerely,

Sir Canadian Bacon


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