The power of sport
I left home at a young age, home being Bearskin Lake, Ontario.
A playground for God’s children, a piece of land wedged between snake shaped rivers, deep lakes with mystery wandering its bottoms and a wildlife content with providing our stories. A place for the retiring mind where our dreams can rest, where a life will reach its end, a place I will return. It is the peak of my mountain in life, a mountain I will conquer having looked down on all my successes as I watch my final sunset and wish the best of luck to those beginning to ascend, those about to see what I saw but in a different light, a better one.
Like a child taken from his family, a part of me lost something when I was taken from my land, a way of life I will need to re-learn. However, I had gained a knowledge in sports that can be taught no other way except to play. I was given a chance to play a game I grew to love, a game that found a heartbeat within me, revitalizing a spirit of broken generations, a breath of fresh air found in the cold air and rinks I was immersed in.
Hockey was a resurrection. It was a teaching that taught me the feeling of pain, hurt, love, insecurity, confidence, adversity, teamwork, knowledge, toughness, discipline, dedication and hard work. Essentially, life lessons, valuable principles that built a foundation of success, no matter what I chose to do with it. It also allowed me to form friendships and bonds I would not have found elsewhere. It was a bridge between my world and that of others, a brotherhood needed to succeed as a team, family values needed to win.
I once played with a guy from Miramichi, N.B. who admitted that before he met me he didn’t like Indians and that I was the first one he met. His father was a lobster fisherman in the Burnt Church dispute. We became best friends and golfed almost everyday, but backed each other up on the ice more than once. I don’t know who was tougher between us, but I know we grew to love and respect each other, which in turn changed his outlook on my people. We still talk to this day.
I played with a guy from Humboldt, Sask., a red headed quiet fellow, who took me for dinner one night and admitted to me he was half Native. I had no idea and he showed me his mom’s status card, a beautiful Plains Cree woman, smiling at me a painful smile, telling me stories through her son, a son who loved and missed her. Her status card he carried in his wallet all his life, looking at it daily, reminded of who he was, praying for strength to be proud, a prayer often unanswered, one he needed my help with. He is one of many I remember and always will from my journey.
The power of sport is like the power of prayer. It is like the power of the land, it is a seed planted in the heart and soul of those who engage, growing and expressing itself through the spirit of our children and our youth who will become leaders not just of tomorrow, but now.
Sports, whether it be hockey, golf, baseball, basketball or swimming, is a lesson in growth, teamwork and overcoming adversity with hard-work, it is a necessary instrument in the development of a nation, much like education. It needs to be harnessed, encouraged and supported by all people of all ages, Native and non-Native, those who believe in a better society and better country, one to be proud of.
So as I sit and listen to the many little warriors fighting for gold in Regina at the North American Indigenous Games, I sit with pride, knowing some Bearskin Lakers, Shoal Lakers, Treaty 9′ers and Treaty 3′ers compete, but most of all, proud because the fact that an entire generation of leaders are developing principles so valuable they cannot be explained. We can only wait to see the outcome. A generation that does not climb a mountain of life like I did, but builds it. That is called innovation. Our only duty as their guardians is to promote and encourage, then watch them flourish, a revolution of leaders developed from the power of sport.
Derek Fox is an Anishinaabe father, lawyer, and an avid outdoorsman. He is originally from the remote fly-in community of Bearskin Lake First Nation with matrilineal ties to Shoal Lake 40. As a young Anishinaabe boy he found strength and comfort on the outdoor rink, and spent every winter night skating in an imaginary Stanley Cup Final. His love of hockey brought him many achievements, and at the age 16, he was drafted in the first round (sixth overall) by the OHL’s Soo Greyhounds. Derek went on to have a successful career in major junior hockey, and semi-pro Hockey. Eventually he combined his love of the sport with his desire to pursue his education and played university hockey.
This article is an entry on Derek’s blog, which can be found at: charlesderekfox.com
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