This blog's for ME

Almost 25 years old, asking my parents if I can sleep in their bed with them. I had thought I was going to be the 25th Prime Minister of Canada. Things had changed. 10 years later, I was still a scared little boy. The time had come to slap myself awake. One Saturday morning, November 19th, 2009, I declared to the world I would be riding my 10 year-old motorcycle from Vancouver, BC Canada to Rio de Janeiro, Brasil, and back.

The official departure was August 28th, 2010. A group of well-wishers saw me off at 8:03 am.

I arrived in Rio de Janeiro around 6 pm March 1st, 2011.



My return to Vancouver came on July 5th, 2011 about 2:00 pm.

Drug & alcohol abuse, ADD, social anxiety, health, chronic pain, night terrors.

So many concerns. But I am far more interested in this question: Do I have the capacity to make this trip despite all my shortcomings?

My mission: To inspire myself to face my fears, enlighten myself on how all living things can peacefully co-exist, enjoy every moment, and see the world as plentiful and generous.

Go ahead. Call me crazy. Call me anything you like.

I'm out to save my world.



I LOVE YOU ALL



Questions, comments, concerns, threats? Contact me: jason.chapman99@gmail.com


Foster Homes

Being adopted, I can say I honestly feel a community raised me. My parents and sister had the most direct affect on me in my formative years, but the saying "It takes a village" rings true in my heart. No ownership, only guardianship; simply watching over a child without possessing it.
As I prepare for my trip, the unenviable task of finding a foster home for my two cats Kenya and Sudan has come upon me. No, I will not soon miss the cleaning of the litter, but I do feel they are a part of me. I can understand a bit of how a parent feels when it has to leave it's children. Dianna, a mother from Surrey, BC has expressed interest in taking them, and I'll be giving her $50 a month while I'm gone to cover food and expenses. When I return in April 2011, we'll make a decision together as to whether they will come back with me, or stay with her. I feel responsible for them, but in no means do I think that someone else could do worse in taking care of them. She sounds like a good soul, which is a relief for me. I will miss having them around, but I know this will be the best for them.

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