I’m a third-generation Canadian settler of Scottish-Slovak ancestry, born in a small farming community on Treaty Six Territory (Northern Alberta). The population of my hometown was 500 people; long days, hard work, community cooking, and handshake agreements were a staple of everyday life.
As a young child, I spent free time helping in family businesses, then later working as a dishwasher, chef, server, groundskeeper, carpenter, mechanic, salesperson, cattle farmer, and electrician, until moving to British Columbia 22 years ago. At the time, everything I owned fit spaciously into a 300 sqf. studio. With a negative balance on my chequing account and thousands of dollars in student and personal loan debt, I survived on canned soup, rice, and frozen venison steaks from game I’d hunted in the forests where I grew up.
I empathize with anyone who has struggled to pay rent, worked all-nighters, and had a dream to achieve a better life, all while striving to participate meaningfully in community.