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Fiction, Reading, Slider 3,

A Scratch and a Hiss

The scratching noise is first detected by Edgar at 8:17 P.M.

He knows this because the scratching noise comes from behind the kitchen wall clock, and he is forced to remove it for investigation purposes.

Silence greets him as he does.

Perplexed, Edgar runs his hands through his frazzled hair.

There was something behind that wall.

Probably a rat or something.

He returns the clock to its original positioning.

Edgar turns away and walks to the entranceway leading to the living room.

A low scratching noise emanates from behind him , and Edgar turns abruptly to discern its whereabouts.

Remaining still, and breathing as slow as possible, Edgar listens intently .

The noise is coming from behind the clock again.

Walking gently, Edgar returns to the wall clock, removes it, and presses his ear up against the wall.

The sound is low but very distinct.

Edgar curls his hand into a fist and bashes the wall with the side of it.

To be safe, he does it three more times.

Remaining quiet, he returns his ear to the wall.

A low hissing sound arises from the other side, and then the scratching resumes.

With anger arising within him, he begins to hammer the wall repeatedly with aggressive force.

But with every pound, the scratching increases in intensity.

There are wires behind there and you’re going to chew through them, aren’t you, you little prick, Edgar thinks to himself.

Edgar turns to walk away, and a loud antagonistic hiss bids him farewell.

Furious now, Edgar walks to the kitchen door leading to the garage.

Opening it, he goes outside to retrieve his sledgehammer.

Once back in the house, he walks with a sense of purpose to the spot of the sound, and without hesitation begins to bash through it with heated aggression.

After four or five forceful smashes, the wall breaks free leaving a giant hole.

Edgar shoves his head through it but encounters no living entity.

Confused, he returns his entire body to the kitchen.

Staring at it, he begins to think that he may have been a tad overzealous with his violent actions.

Now how much was this going to cost him to fix?

In deep contemplation, he detects another scratching sound…this time coming from the living room.

Walking steadily, he walks into the living room, passing the turned over family pictures on the cabinet, and stops dead in the middle of the room…listening.

The sounds arises from the ceiling directly above him.

Dropping the sledgehammer to the ground, he turns and walks back towards the door leading to the garage.

Once inside, he grabs a step ladder and returns to the middle of the living room.

Propping it up, he picks up the sledgehammer and quietly ascends the ladder steps.

He detects a snickering sound from the other side of the ceiling, and without any thought to the consequences, he begins to drive the weapon upwards with destructive force.

After four or five blows, and with plaster raining down from above, a large jagged hole emerges.

Cautiously sticking his head through it, Edgar begins to look around once inside.

Nothing is visible.

Removing his cell phone, he flips on the flashlight app and shines it around the darkened enclosure.

Nothing.

Breathing heavily, Edgar descends the ladder stairs.

There is plaster all over the newly chipped hard wood floors.

You’re not escaping me, thinks Edgar.

A low laughing sound is heard from the garage.

Now I got you.

Walking past the overturned family portraits with the sledgehammer still in hand, Edgar makes his way out into the garage.

Stopping suddenly, he hears the snickering arising from inside his SUV.

He tries the door handle…

Locked.

The keys were upstairs in the bedroom…the one he once shared.

Not wanting to waste any time, Edgar raises the sledgehammer above his head and begins to smash through the SUV’s windshield.

Pounding it with such aggressive force provides very little hope for the life of the glass.

Within seconds, it caves away. Thrusting his head through it, he scans the interior of the car.

Nothing.

Pulling his head upwards, he listens to the sounds of the garage.

With his heart beating fast and his blood pressure now raised to dangerous levels, Edgar has grown frustrated.

Why can’t I find this stupid rat?

A scratching sound arises from within the kitchen.

Gritting his teeth, he walks back into the room with his sledgehammer ready for attack.

The sound comes from the behind the stove.

Smiling, he returns to the garage to retrieve his hacksaw.

Upon his re-entrance to the kitchen, he walks to the stove, grabs the back of it with both hands and pulls it a few feet out from the wall. Locating the gas line located at the back of it, he readies his weapon.

Using the hacksaw, he punctures it.

Continuing to smile, he walks back into the garage and grabs a jerry can full of gasoline sitting in the corner.

He also picks up a book of matches from the shelf.

Returning to the punctured gas line, Edgar turns the can over and begins to pour gasoline onto it. Walking backwards, he exits the kitchen leaving a leaking gasoline trail before him. Making his way through the living room and out the front door, the trail lies splattered on the floor.

At about fifteen feet from the front of the house, he drops the can, strikes the match and drops it onto the trail leading into the house.

He turns and runs to the street located thirty feet from his front door.

It doesn’t take long.

As he turns his body back towards the house, he spares himself just enough time to witness the destruction.

The once darkened sky is now a ball of orange, red and yellow.

The flames rise and rise, and the house begins to crumble.

The smile clings to Edgar’s face.

He raises both arms up towards the coloured sky, knowing he has finally claimed victory.

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Blog, Slider 3,

Darkness Descending

The second of my two stories due for release this summer. A story about vengeance, regret and manipulation.

 

An Excerpt:

 

It’s more than just sex with her. The sweaty, emotionally-fuelled act of love making is euphoric in a way I never thought possible with another human being.

The look in her eyes pierces through my emotional core with unrepentant relentlessness.

I simply cannot explain it.

On top of her, I can’t help but lose myself in her gaze. Like quicksand, I sink deeper and deeper as her stare reaches, grasps and eventually paralyzes me.

I stare down upon her, smiling, overcome by an indescribable, overwhelming emotional connection.

I’m lost in a world I’ve never journeyed to before.

She stares up at me, smiling, lost in the carnal embrace of two wandering souls finally content in knowing they have found one another.

It was shame that we were both married to other people…

 

COMING SUMMER 2017

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Blog, Slider 3,

The Desolate Journey

Attacked and left for dead in the desert by an unknown entity, a man awakens to find himself in an enigmatic new world brimming with unholy chaos.

Where every imaginable evil can and does exist, this desolate wilderness relishes in the destruction of humanity.

With little understanding, the man is forced to flee for his life as hundreds of anonymous assassins stalk him through this vast land.

With no one to trust, the man must rely on the little resources he possesses, and to come to some sort of understanding about many unknown questions.

Why is this happening to him?

Where and what is this place?

And who is in control of it?

The answers lie within The Alternative Wasteland…

 

NOW AVAILABLE

 

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Fiction, Reading,

My Mind Alone

The mind: Sometimes the greatest enemy one can encounter in life.

I stare absently at my laptop computer screen. My writing program sits open, and yet I continue to study the blank screen. Blink after blink, the cursor taunts me, Write something important. Dazzle me with your artistic expertise.

It mocks me.

It’s 9:00am, and I’ve been sitting at my writing desk for nearly two hours.

The words I seek elude me, and I find myself distracted by my thoughts of her.

Natalie.

It’s been four days since Natalie left me via text message, and I’ve been unable to prevent myself from rereading the text every few minutes.

 

Mike,

There’s no easy way to write this, but I’m going to try to anyways.

I can’t be with you anymore. I’m sorry but it’s over!!

 

Her words had attacked me like a stranger in the night.

Lurking with malicious intent, Natalie’s premeditated act of violence upon my soul was catastrophic.

Her succinct and lack of explanation as to why it was over had destroyed me.

It had destroyed my world.

 

I just don’t understand.

My friends have told me to move on.

That she isn’t right for me.

That she treats me terribly.

That it’s her issues, not mine that ultimately deconstructed our partnership.

I refuse to believe their lies…

 

I remove myself from the desk and walk to the couch where I fall face first atop the cushioned seats.

If I go to sleep, the voices in my head haunting me may dissipate for a few hours.

My eyes close and I drift away from reality.

 

Upon waking at 11:11am, my mind immediately retreats back to Natalie.

I pick up my iPhone, and scroll through every one of our messages.

Yet again.

I can’t help it.

As if attempting to decrypt some sort of secret meaning from it, I analyze each and every word in my head over and over until I border on insanity.

This is how my mind works. I’m an over thinker with a penchant of analysing every single moment of an event.

I tend to drive myself crazy, at times.

Analyze it from this perspective and then analyze it from that perspective, and so on… and so on.

I know I wasn’t the best boyfriend but did I really deserve this?

I grit my teeth.

My mind begins to drift…

 

As a professional writer, I have a set schedule I live by.

I tend to write from 7am until 3pm, Monday to Friday.

This schedule has allowed me to publish four novels so far, and I was currently working on a fifth.

But there would be no writing today.

Though my thoughts weren’t getting me anywhere, I couldn’t prevent my mind from dwelling on every single aspect of the relationship between Natalie and myself.

Good or bad, I would continue to rehash the same moment over and over again without any solid discernment.

All of the regrets, all of the moments where I should’ve done or said (or not done or said) something but didn’t (or did) were flooding back to me.

What I could’ve done better.

And the big one…how this entire breakup was my fault.

I was driving myself mad.

And I had to do something to get my mind off of her.

 

I had attempted to see her one last time.

I had confronted her outside of her apartment, but she refused to speak to me. She simply brushed me aside and walked away from me.

I had wanted to follow her…

 

Following the implosion of our relationship, I had removed myself from society.

I left my apartment in the big city and relocated to a cabin I had rented (without having to use a credit card, which was a nice perk) up north.

It was March, so it wasn’t too difficult to track down a decent dwelling.

I had been here for the past three days.

Isolated, the cabin was situated in a dense forest containing monstrous pine trees that yearned to scrape the heavens above.

The front of the cottage contained a small yard and a stone driveway situated off to the right side of it. The rear of it backed onto Hemingway Lake, a small body of water defined by its rich blueness.

It was the only man-made structure located on the shores of the lake.

For the past three days, I hadn’t encountered another living soul out here.

It’s as if I was the last human being on earth, and I liked that…

 

THE REST OF THE STORY CAN BE FOUND HERE;

 

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Film,

Stranger (Complete Film)

‘Stranger’ is the short film based on my recently published short story entitled ‘A Stranger Among Us’.

 

In June 2015, ‘Stranger’ had its World Premiere Screening at the Niagara Integrated Film Festival

 

Synopsis:

A stranger observes the home of David and Janine from across the street. Bathed in darkness, the man makes no movements. He simply watches.

Beset by a dark secret long kept dormant, David and Janine’s seemingly happy marriage will be tested by this stranger.

But by confronting their past, this enigmatic watcher may be the least of their concerns.

 

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Music, Music Analysis,

Radiohead’s ‘In Rainbows’: Media Ploy?

When Radiohead released In Rainbows in 2007, the band made the decision to distribute the album through download for whatever price the consumer decided upon.

It was a decision that rocked a music industry already ravaged by the onslaught of digital downloading.

Was Radiohead constructing a new method of how music was to be received in the digital era?

It was a choice that perplexed many but intrigued others.

But here’s the issue, would Radiohead have attempted this experiment if it had been their debut album?

Considering this was their seventh album, Radiohead had the financial security to experiment with the original blueprint of how music could be released and digested.

In essence, Radiohead was a mainstream success already, so how much actual risk was involved with the experiment?

In fact, this idea was brilliant in its marketing tactics, and probably gained the band extra (financial?) incentives as a result of all the publicity garnered around their decision. What better way to conjure up attention for an upcoming album release than to announce that you are distributing it in an entirely new and innovative way.

The idea alone was enough to create a full-blown buzz within the industry, and Radiohead took full advantage of it.

They seem to comprehend how the traditional marketing wheel spins.

 

The Smashing Pumpkins

 

As innovative as Radiohead’s approach was to releasing In Rainbows, it should be noted that The Smashing Pumpkins released their sixth studio album, Machina II/The Friends & Enemies of Modern Music back in September of 2000 (7 years before In Rainbows) as a free download.

Though it wasn’t a great success at the time (which may be why it tends to get forgotten), it may be the first example of a band using the internet as a way of marketing and releasing an album without the benefit and support of a record label.

In fact, the main reason why The Pumpkins released the album online for free (through Corgan’s own label) was because their previous record label was not exactly eager to release it as a result of the band’s recent lack of album success (Adore, The Machina/The Machines of God).

In an interview with Ultimate Guitar in 2010, Corgan was asked if he knew how impactful this decision was to be over the coming years.  Corgan responded with, “Not really. At the time I saw it as a one-time thing. I never thought we would see a near collapse of the music business and its dominant control on how music reaches people”.

This model was definitely popularized by Radiohead, but it seems that Corgan was beginning to understand the capabilities of what the internet could do…Even back in 2000.

 

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Fiction,

A Stranger Among Us…

A stranger observes the home of David and Janine from across the street. Bathed in darkness, the man makes no movements…he simply watches.

Beset by a dark secret long kept dormant, David and Janine’s seemingly happy marriage will be tested by this stranger.

But by confronting their past, this enigmatic watcher may be the least of their concerns.

 

The short story is currently available at Amazon, iTunes, Barnes& Noble, and many other eBook-related sites.

 

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This story was recently adapted into a short film, and here is the teaser trailer.

 

http://vimeo.com/110153984

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Print Articles,

Overcoming…

The world ain’t all sunshine and rainbows. It is a very mean and nasty place. It will beat you to your knees and keep you there permanently if you let it. Nothing hits as hard as life. But it ain’t about how hard you’re hit, it is about how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward, how much can you take and keep moving forward. That’s how winning is done!

Rocky Balboa

 

Whether it’s a jab, a sucker punch or a blinding knockout blow, life can have a masochistic sense of personality when distributing its challenges to humanity.

It maintains an heir of indifference, and unapologetically scatters people’s lives about as if they were contents of a jigsaw puzzle.

But one must remember that life’s a journey…not a destination, and that it’s crucial to resist the will to wave that white flag, no matter how bleak it can appear at times.

The following individuals have all encountered divergent obstacles in life, but yet are linked together through the nature of their enduring spirits.  Faith, hope, and perseverance help to define who they are, and have greatly assisted in guiding them on their roads to recovery.

Through the support of family, friends and even strangers, these combatants have rallied against life’s greatest attacks, and have made a stand of their own.

There is a drive within them to battle…to overcome…to succeed.

Life will not get the best of them.

 

 

Greg Bailey

 

To say Greg Bailey is passionate about life would be an understatement. A man brimming with unbridled zealousness, Bailey’s positivity continues to resonate despite his July 1995 diagnosis of Parkinson’s Disease, a degenerative neurological illness that impedes motor functionality.

“It was the day before my 44th birthday, and the news absolutely devastated me” recounts Bailey with tinges of sorrow clouding his eyes.

The reaction is not uncommon to individuals who have been diagnosed with the disease. One of the key emotional symptoms of Parkinson’s is depression and anxiety.

For nearly thirteen years, Greg’s body deteriorated at an alarming rate. Inflicted by body tremors, impaired balance and the decreasing ability to perform common bodily movements, Greg, with his wife Babette and two children, Dayna and Alexander, all agreed that the most plausible way to combat the attack against his body would be to undergo Deep Brain Stimulation (DSS) surgery.

Approved by the Food and Drug Administration in 2002 as a productive method of treating Parkinson’s, DSS involves implantation of electrodes within particular areas of your brain. These electrodes produce electrical impulses that regulate irregular impulses. The amount of stimulation in Deep Brain Stimulation is controlled by a pacemaker-like device positioned under the skin in your upper chest (it is replaced every 4-5 years). A wire that travels under your skin connects this device to the electrodes in your brain.

It is a surgery that comes with great risk. But to Greg (a former pilot for Niagara Helicopters), the opportunity to possibly reclaim the stolen aspects of his life was well worth that risk.

So, in April of 2007, Greg underwent the surgery, and within a month, positive results were presenting themselves. In fact, his story was so compelling that CogecoTV documented Greg’s pre-and-post surgery with a TV special dedicated to him entitled One Man’s Journey.

To watch the feature is to fully comprehend where Greg once was, and where he is presently.

At the moment, there is no cure for Parkinson’s Disease, and Greg is still physically accosted by it. But to meet him now, one may find difficulty in specifically labelling him with the disease.

Apart from his physical improvements, his emotional and mental states have also been vastly upgraded.

“I could feel down all the time, but I choose not to live like that. I strive to remain positive, and to never give up. In the morning when I wake up, I tell myself I’m going to have a good day…and I work towards that”.

In striving towards that, Greg is using his experience with the disease to help mentor those newly diagnosed with it. When provided the opportunity, Greg makes himself available to those willing to discuss the feelings he experienced nearly twenty years ago, and still sometimes struggles with today. He makes regular appearances at Parkinson’s charity events, and is readily active in the fight against it.

To many, he is considered a model of inspiration because of his unwavering selflessness.

But to Greg, he’s just a regular guy.

“I don’t see myself as an influential person. I’m simply someone who enjoys assisting others on how to cope with Parkinson’s, and how important it is to always remain positive.”

 

 

Lana Hill

 

Kelsey Hill believed that it was better to give than it was to receive.

The compassionate and outgoing eleven-year old from Stevensville had always been a fervent believer in the importance of philanthropic endeavours. Even as she was earning the honour of being selected as Valedictorian of her Grade 6 class, Kelsey continued to remain a steadfast supporter of charitable causes, selfless in her actions to assist others in need.

When she participated in a walk-a-thon at her school (Stevensville Public School) to help raise funds for the Ronald McDonald House, Kelsey had been the top earner.

But in September 2010, Kelsey and her family’s lives were forever altered when it was discovered that Kelsey was suffering from a Supratentorial Primitive Neuroectodermal Tumour, a rare and aggressive form of brain tumour.

Following her diagnosis, Kelsey underwent three brain surgeries. One of which resulted in the left side of her body becoming paralyzed, ultimately leaving her wheelchair dependent.

She underwent thirty-one daily radiation treatments to her brain and spine, which was then succeeded by six months of aggressive chemotherapy.

But Kelsey’s hope never faltered, and a smile brimming with the fearlessness of an innocent child continued to permeate her face each and every day.

“She was always happy, and would be the one comforting us when we should have been the ones comforting her”, says Kelsey’s mom, Lana Hill. “She was strong as a rock. She would never give up, no matter how difficult it became for her”.

Though the amount of medical procedures Kelsey would undergo each day could be overwhelming both emotionally and physically, she never lost her drive to assist others. And in 2011, still battling for her life, she created Team Kelsey, a foundation dedicated to raising awareness of childhood cancer, and to assist children already affected by it.

Kelsey’s biggest wish was simply to live in a world where children could live without fear of a shortened life…a world without cancer. And this is what Team Kelsey continues to fight for, even after Kelsey’s passing in December of 2011 at the age of 13.

“She was our role model, and we wanted to continue her legacy”, notes Lana. “People were so inspired by her because all she wanted to do was to help others, and that, in turn, inspired us. There are so many families battling through situations like these, and we feel it is important to continue to raise money for these charities”.

In just two years, Team Kelsey has raised nearly $90,000 for charities that include Ronald McDonald House Hamilton (RMHH), McMaster Stem Cell and Cancer Research Institute, and families affected by childhood cancer.

As a result of their continuing charitable efforts for RMHH, the children’s underwater themed playroom and a wheelchair accessible bedroom were named in Kelsey’s honour.

Team Kelsey has had strong support from the community, and as a result have had many parents/volunteers donate their time to the fundraisers held by the foundation like a blood donor clinic (to honour childhood cancer survivors and those who’ve lost the fight) and the Kelsey Hill Memorial Pasta Dinner Fundraiser.

“Losing Kelsey was a tremendous tragedy for our family”, says Lana. “But we are doing our best to turn this negative into some sort of positive because that’s what she would have wanted. Her spirit and legacy are very much alive, and they continue to direct us everyday”.

 

 

Jordan Scott

 

At the age of twenty-two, Jordan Scott has experienced the dark realities of this world.

“My father was addicted to crack cocaine and alcohol. One year, when I was twelve, my dad blew all of the Christmas money on drugs. It wasn’t long after that that we lost our car and house because of his addictions.”

Jordan’s father entered rehab, and exited a changed man.

He had quit drugs, alcohol and cigarettes, and was introduced to members of the community who would help guide him on his road to redemption.

It was during this transitional time period that Jordan’s mother and father became extremely controlling of her life. Never one to partake in the “extracurricular activities” of adolescent curiosity, Jordan’s life was, nevertheless, under the scrutiny of her parents’ watchful eyes and vehement tongues.

It was only a matter of time before the tension proceeded to boil beyond the edges.

One day at school, Jordan was behind on a school project, and chose to skip her next class to complete it.

It was the first and only time her father would physically abuse her.

Out of despair, Jordan confided in a guidance counsellor at her school in Kincardine, Ontario, and was immediately placed in a woman’s shelter. She remained there for two weeks until her aunt took her to live with her in London, Ontario.

After a few months of peaceful domesticity, Jordan moved to St. Catharines, Ontario, to reside with her parents (who had recently moved back after having originally lived here). But the tension of past strife continued to mount, and she was soon kicked out after her inability to pay her parents rent money.

Left with nowhere to go, Jordan moved to the YWCA, and was finally rewarded with the inspirational support she had been seeking her entire life.

Amidst the turmoil of the times, Jordan graduated high school.

She applied and was accepted to Centennial College for Art and Design, and it appeared her life was finally set upon a definitive course of action. But regrettably, Jordan dropped out soon after a number of personal issues (one of which was the passing of her grandfather) caused her to lose her focus.

It wasn’t long before she began finding solace in alcohol.

As a result, her behaviour grew increasingly unhinged, and eventually she was embracing life with reckless abandon. She was drinking heavily every day, was in and out of transitional housing projects, and was even apprehended for shoplifting.

Her life’s vision was becoming blurrier by the moment.

She met with an addictions counsellor, and was soon on the road to recovery. She was accepted to Mohawk College for Photography, but encountered further personal struggles which ultimately reignited her fling with alcohol dependency.

She dropped out after one semester.

It took her approximately one year to realize she once again needed support, so Jordan reached out to the Community Addictions Services of Niagara (CASON) for guidance.

It took time but her life regained traction, and for a third time, Jordan reenlisted in school.

This time determined to succeed.

In October 2013, Jordan did just that by graduating from Trillium College with a certificate for Community Service Worker.

“There were times I gave up on myself…never giving myself enough credit. But I never lost that dream of earning an education. The support I received from others reminded me that that I wasn’t alone. The key now is to simply take one day at a time, and see where it all leads”.

 

Quinn and Keenan Baker

 

It would be a simple solution for Quinn and Keenan Baker to bear hostility towards this world.

To allow their personal tragedies direct them down a path emanating with animosity and bitterness.

But then again, seventeen year-old Quinn and fifteen year-old Keenan have never allowed their circumstances to become their crutch.

“It’s all about the choices you make in life. You make your own road by walking it”, says Quinn.

Quinn was seven and Keenan was four when their mother passed away from breast cancer in 2003 at the age of thirty-four. Just over four years later, their father died from lung cancer at the age of forty.

Orphaned prior to their teenage years, the boys moved from Wilson, New York to St. Catharines to live with their grandparents in the summer of 2007.

Assuming the role of guardians, their grandparents did what they could to make the transition as seamless as possible. But without the benefit of knowing many in the Niagara Region, Quinn and Keenan were basically forced into re-starting their lives from scratch.

Understanding their need for companionship at such a crucial time, their friends from Wilson did what they could to support them, from performing fundraisers for the family to the donation of money.

“If it wasn’t for the kindness of our friends and family, it would have definitely been a lot more difficult to persevere during this time period” says Keenan. “We were humbled and honoured by their selfless generosity”.

Consequently, these philanthropic endeavours appear to have had a profound influence on their own lives.

As of now, Quinn and Keenan have donated their time to numerous charitable institutions such as the Rankin Cancer Run, the Walk a Mile in HER Shoes campaign for Gillian’s Place, numerous car wash fundraisers, and the collection of non-perishable food items for Community Care.

In a world consumed with self-gratification, it’s always sobering to be reminded about the importance of giving back.

“We were raised to be polite and to help others in need”, says Keenan. “Simple acts of caring are important to us, so we’re constantly asking ourselves, ‘what can we do to help’?”

Their benevolence was recognized earlier this year when Mike’s Miracles announced the brothers as co-winners of the Mike Vandendool Hero Award. An honour awarded to humanitarians readily active within their community.

Though they were humbled by the acclaim, they don’t necessarily desire the attention.

“We don’t advertise it”, says Quinn. “We’re just happy volunteering our time. We prefer telling our story through our actions rather than our words”.

Apart from their charitable contributions, both brothers have become enamoured with the arts, a field their parents passionately embraced.

Quinn is heavily involved with music (and tries to incorporate it into his acts of charity whenever possible) while Keenan is driven by visual arts, possibly inspired by his mother’s art book growing up.

In fact, as a career, Quinn is working towards becoming a music teacher while Keenan has aspirations of becoming a concept artist for video games (his second option is to become an Oncologist-a specialist in cancer treatment).

But for now, their plan is to continue helping those in need.

“The most important thing we’ve realized is to have love for yourself and others” says Quinn. “We truly believe that any little act of generosity can help make this world a better place”.

 

***This Feature Article appeared in the Winter (2013) edition of Niagara Magazine.