Genuine Canadian Hero

 Here is a genuine Canadian Hero. His name is Baltej Singh Dhillon. He was the first Canadian RCMP to wear a turban as part of uniform. I remember the controvery. I rememebr also being opposed to the idea. Well time changes and hearts soften and understanding is given time to nurture. Truth is, I admire Baltej. In fact, as I said, I now consider him to be a genuine Canadian hero.

Its bigger than Baltej. I admire the Sikh people. I am happy that they have come to Turtle Island to live with us in harmony. They are an incredible people. We have much to learn from each other and I think thats best done in a spirit of mutual respect and love.

I saw the way you looked at me Mr. Sikh, yesterday when I went to your grocery store. You smiled at me. You had kind genuine eyes. I saw the way you loved your wife too, just the way I love mine.

I saw the way you looked at me Mr. Sikh, when you served me food at the Gardwara. You smiled and served me and when the food hit the plate, you smiled even more. I saw how you returned with more food for me, and then your friend and then your brother. I saw the love and devotion you had to making me welcome, and sharing with me. I also listened when you gently guided me to take the nan with two hands.

I saw the way you treated me Mr Sikh, when you gave generously to my daughters mission trip. I rememebr too, how you offered to pay my flight to the Punjab as your guest at a family wedding. Such extravegant love. It was a gift I couldnt accept, yet with all my heart, wish I did. I saw your motivation Mr. Sikh. You were motivated by brotherhood, not by selfish gain.

Mrs Sikh. You taught me much about your faith. You shared with me and allowed me to share with you. We both learned how much we are alike. You showed me how close we are. You taught me much about the Sikh way and you continue to demonstarte it through your day to day living. You are a blessing.

I saw you beautiful Sikh bride at your wedding. You were so beautiful. And so were all of your lady friends. The vibrant colors. No two dresses were alike. The flowing silk and cloth. All their beauty combined still could not compare to the beauty of you, Sikh bride. The carefully stiched wedding dress and all that family Gold was adorned on you. For a moment, you were the center of the universe. You were even the center of my universe.

I remember Mr. Sekh, how you wanted to carry your holy kirpan because that was part of who you were. I rememebr how it scared me to think about conceiled weapons. I did not understand Mr. Sikh that you would use that dagger to protect me, not to harm me. I know your warrior spirit now. I know your strength in battle for justice and liberty. You are welcome my friend to carry your kirpan for I embrace the complete you.

Mr Sikh. Join with us in unity, that together we would stand stronger. Teach us as we teach you. Our spirits will unite in brotherhood and greater peace will be realized as we travel time together. Oh and there is a bunch of us and we are all really really differant...haha