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taking a moment…

for real life.

I want to take a moment before the rush of the race weekend takes hold, to send my heartfelt condolences to Mario Moraes tonight as there are whispers swirling that his father has lost his hard fought battle with cancer.

Though nothing has been officially confirmed, I’ve babelfished enough articles and tweets to piece together that if it hasn’t as yet happened, it is very close to happening. There are also unconfirmed rumors that Paul will be called in to drive for the weekend.

That is neither here nor there.
This post isn’t about racing.

Strip away the Jonas Brothers hair, big sunglasses and piss and vinegar fiery Latino attitude, and you will find a young boy, who when not at the track doing what he loves most in this world, has been spending every spare moment this year holding vigil at his father’s bedside, saying goodbye to what he loves even more in this world.

I had a quiet moment with Mario in Toronto to talk with him about it, and give him a hug and empathize with his journey.

See when I was a little younger than he, I spent half a year at the beside of my mother while she fought the good fight against the evil “big C”

Like Mario & his dad, I spent every minute I could in the hospital with her, and joked and took pictures and talked and cherished every moment, knowing the endgame was just around the corner, but making every minute count.

Unlike Mario my “day job” was high school. I wasn’t participating in the high stakes, higher pressure, grown up world of professional auto racing.

I commend Mario for having the… the… cajones to take all of this on, so maturely and with so much courage.

I plead with those closest to him, in particular his fellow countrymen drivers, to be there for him in whatever capacity he needs when he gets back in the game.

Most importantly I ask them, and everyone, to be there for him in the capacity he doesn’t think or know he needs.

He is young, he is cocky, and he will be hurting, and lost, and terrified of a world without the guidance and companionship of his father. But he will put on a brave face, and say he is ok.

Let him, for that is what we who experience loss at such a young age do.
If he want’s to talk, let him talk. If he just wants to leave it be, respect his wishes.

But be there for him when he stumbles and make sure he has a safe place to grieve when the time comes.

I’m not a religious person, but I know Mario is, so in his and his father’s honour, I will say a little prayer for them before I go to sleep tonight.

Perhaps you all could do the same for our young friend.

Edit: official confirmation just landed in my inbox. My heart just broke a little more…

If I were a betting man…

… well, actually I’m not a man. (fuck, imagine how much scarier I’d be!?)
But if I was, and I liked to wager, I too would have a little extra cash in my pocket this weekend.

See, I had heard from several people in person at the track, and had it confirmed by David Phillips in his Saturday notebook on Speed, that there were wagers all over the paddock and pitlane betting against Paul’s success this weekend. (obviously if there were detractors there had to be supporters to accept the bets… and they are hopefully enjoying the spoils of their confidence in our boy)

I never once wavered in my support of Paul, no matter how many people said to my face this weekend that he would crash out. Oh ye of little faith…
I knew the first minute he walked into pitlane this weekend that he was focused on success. Nothing else would be acceptable. He has a body language. A look in his eyes. I’ve spent enough time around him that it was clear to me this was the “PT” that was going to be electrifying on Saturday.

When Paul is surrounded by people who believe in him and challenge him to be the best because they want to be the best, and provide him the tools he needs to get the job done, he gets results. Period.

He didn’t have that last year (at least until the last two events) and it started from the top on down.

This weekend there was support. There was the belief that it could be done and he was the man to do it. There was open communication. There were smiles. There was a crew that were on the top of their game. (remind me to tell you the story of Donny)

Forsythe looks like a fool, as do his employees (current and former) for being so petty.
They may think PT is a joke, but when it comes down to it, the jokes on them.