Here we go again. It’s election time in BC. 2024. The fall if we are lucky. Earlier if we aren’t.
I’m not going to lie. It’s been a long long haul for my kid. He’s been at the political table since his oldest child was born.
His first election was when he joined Central Saanich council in 2008…the first First Nations person elected in the district. Once he knew how fundamental the provincial government was to municipal governments he decided to move on to the BC Legislature.
He was the young guy when he started. It’s Adam’s birthday today. He’s 48 years old. He’s not the young person anymore…he’s mentoring the young people now.
It’s a strange thing for a mother to say that her son makes a really good politician. I think politicians are the least liked professionals in the western world. But he’s a good person. Really good. Yet he’s still well suited for the job and by that I mean he truly likes people. He’s got a sharp mind and a soft heart. He doesn’t dream about being powerful. He has always dreamed about making a difference…for the better. He isn’t interested in having a following. He’s interested in inspiring people to make their own difference.
The past few years have been tough. COVID challenged everyone. Housing. Climate. AI. Mental health. Opioids. There are no easy answers although everyone wants someone to blame.
Who would want to be a leader in such conditions?
Adam. He’s still dreaming of making a difference…for the better.
So I’ll be knocking on doors again soon.
My brother who lives in the States, was up visiting and I invited him to go see Adam talk as he loathes all politicians. Afterwards he said, “Now that’s what all politicians should be like”.