Throughout the weekend, I thought about Guy Laughlor. To this love that has erupted since Friday, to this love that has lagged behind with mass modesty, since we know he’s sick, because we know without admitting that this cancer is well over.
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Yes, yes, of course, sporting exploits: garnet, good year pace, dramatic sense like this famous goal, which equalized the score on the crucified Gilles Gilbert, this goal opened the way for the fourth score in a row. Cup
But since Friday, what’s on my mind is not the athlete, it’s the man, it’s thousands of stories that testify to the generosity of Guy Laughlur in my mind and feet.
You can not imagine what it would be like to be a guy Laughlor in the 1970s and 1980s. Think of Jesus walking in a congregation of Christians. At a time when Canada is the religion that unites the nation, it is Guy Laughlure, the God between human beings.
He was bored from being bothered, screaming, asking for autographs and photos wherever he went. However, no. We are still searching for Laughlure’s impatient Christian in civilian life.
An affair between a thousand. This is Bertrand Raymond, a former columnist Montreal Journal, Who told me in the broadcast the other day. A man calls Bert and asks if it’s possible for Guy Laughlure to come to Gatino to see his dying brother …
