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Howling at the Moon - Humboldt Strong

by Sylene Argent


Last week, it was uplifting to witness our local businesses and residents support those associated with the Humboldt Broncos tragedy.


Last Thursday, store employees wore jerseys or the colour green, or put a hockey stick out front of their shops, in a show of support, while some businesses were able to forward a percent of their proceeds to support those affected by the heartbreaking circumstance.


One thing I noticed out of this unfortunate event is just how quickly we can all come together to show our support, and how so many, in this beautiful gesture, made that their focus.

It could be so easy to not do anything to show support, but, as Canadians, we showed just where our thoughts were as our hearts were so deeply hurt with the news of the bus crash.

Though the crash took place in a different province, the impact of the devastating news hit, I’m sure, nearly as strongly outside of the Humboldt community as it did within.


Such sad circumstances really make us all stop to think about what is important in life. It reiterates just how precious life really is, and remember all those instances that we have encountered, for the good or bad.

Focusing on, and sharing simple moments with the ones we love, is so important to do. We just never know how much time we have left on the clock. And every second ticking by is as precious as the one before it, because once it is gone, it is gone.


The great part is that if we spend our time wisely, we can look back at our time, knowing we did, we tried, we laughed, we cried, but we did all of that with people who enjoyed the good with us and were there to lean upon during those challenges that were not-so-pleasant.


In my youth, I played hockey. Being on a team or in a club creates this massively powerful bond between members. They all have the same goals and support each other on their way to achieving success. I was able to meet some wonderful individuals though my hockey-playing days. We taught each other on the ice, and we learned from each other in the dressing room through talking about what was going on in our lives. The comradery there overpowered even the most strenuous of practices.


The show of support for the Broncos has proven that comradery can unleash compassion beyond provincial lines.


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