Sometimes the worst of times may be the best of times in disguise. I repeat the caveat: sometimes. Case in point, let's look at four very different mayors from across Canada: Gérald Tremblay, Rob Ford, Naheed Nenshi, and Colette Roy-Laroche. They all faced different types of crises this summer, and their responses defined them in the public eye.
The radio's been playing Taylor Swift's "We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together" over and over for weeks. As Taylor Swift demonstrates with a vengeance, you damn well better start saying Never. And not just Never to wasteful things and negative influences but Never to people and prospects you greatly admire, even love, would trade your right arm to be connected to. Internalizing that is probably one of the most important things I've gained from my twenties.
It's the time our New Year rolls around followed by the holiest day in the Jewish calendar, Yom Kippur, the Day of Atonement. For me, my thoughts are laced with tears, confusion and questions about humankind. It is the time I think of my father's family -- all but him murdered in the gas chambers of the Treblinka Death Camp. It is a time I recall my journey to that place.