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This is the weekly bulletin for
The Richmond 
Sunrise Rotary Club 
for September 4, 2025

Miscellaneous

 
 
Repeat from last week or until no longer relevant or until I delete it or it bears repeating:  
 
 
 
Summer BBQ September 14th be there or be octagonal! Also if you are going you could register and let Debbie S. know what you are contributing to the food potpourri. 
 
OUR THURSDAY BREAKFAST MEETING IS ACCESSED THROUGH THE LINK BELOW.
 
 
Rotary Club of Richmond Sunrise is inviting you to a scheduled Zoom meeting.
 
Zoom Meeting Rules 
 
1) Mute your microphone if you aren't already muted. Background noise is distracting. 
2) If you are not engaged in the presentation, turn off your camera. 
3) Chat function should only be used to address the speaker, not for Club member remarks during the presentation
4) Unmute when harassing the Sergeant at Arms or taking your turn during Sergeant at Arms.
5)Rewrite History 
Please direct any questions or concerns to the President or a board member of your choosing and the board will discuss any and all questions or concerns during a board meeting. Also please refer to the members committee anyone who may be interested in attending a meeting or joining the club.
 
 
INSPIRATIONAL QUOTE
 
 
"Complaining isn't communicating!" from Sandra Hass (unless of course you are the "victim"!) (see below speech for explanation.)
 
 
   VISITORS     
 
Warner Bros And Merger - Rabbit Cartoon Bugs Bunny Emoji,Bugs Bunny Emoji - free transparent ... A wascally wabbit who needs no introduction. "Eh, whats up Doc?"
 
 
ANNOUNCEMENTS AND 
CLUB BUSINESS
 
Neither me nor ChatGPT can make hide nor hair out of the announcements this week as recorded on an iPhone. Maybe there will be some emails about the announcements or maybe not. Hopefully you were listening and it doesn't matter that they are not repeated here because you remember the announcements that were of interest to you. Oh one thing let Gordon know that you are thinking of him. 
 
 
Speaker
 
Lawrence Chew – Classification Speech
I realized two things when I sat down to write this: first, my last classification speech was 18 years ago — and wow, a lot has changed. Second, Rotary has had a much bigger impact on me than I’d ever really stopped to appreciate.
So, let’s start at the beginning. I was “born yesterday,” 46 years ago, in Vancouver. My dad was a real estate agent, my mom a nurse, and they still live in the house I grew up in. I went to Vancouver College, where two things happened that changed my life: I accidentally joined the school band (I raised my hand with no plan and ended up playing saxophone — a decision that shaped everything that followed), and I met my friend Fred Lee, who later introduced me to Rotary.
Music became a huge part of my life. By high school graduation, I was gigging every weekend, sneaking into clubs we were technically too young to play in, and competing in UBC’s Battle of the Bands (we came second!). My band, The Milk Chicks (not what you think — it’s a reference to a gang in A Clockwork Orange), recorded an album that’s still on Spotify, toured Canada in two vans with 12 guys, and generally lived the rock ’n’ roll dream — for three years, anyway.
Fast forward: music is still with me. In 2012, I joined my current band — the one I still play with today. We even have a Christmas show coming up on the Sunshine Coast.
Back to Fred Lee: he invited me to co-found the first community-based Interact club in the Lower Mainland, and for a high school kid, it was amazing — real meetings, real projects, and a group of friends I still see today. That led to Rotaract, where I became president, and eventually to RYLA North in 2003 — an experience that literally changed my life.
RYLA gave me lifelong lessons: the “warm fuzzies” wall (where we wrote anonymous compliments to each other) and the power of calling out “victim” behavior — no excuses, take responsibility. Those lessons shaped how I lead, how I work, and even how I parent.
I later facilitated at RYLA, which is where I first met Chris Pugh, who made me think, “If this is what a Rotarian looks like, I could be one.” Our club later sponsored me to attend RYLA International in Sweden, and from there I backpacked with Rotaractors around the world.
RYLA also led me to improv — something I never thought I’d try. But I went on stage, loved it, and ended up performing with a troupe for years. Improv taught me resilience: you fail, the crowd goes home, and the next night you try again. That mindset has stayed with me ever since.
And then, through Rotary friends, I met Haley — my wife. We married in 2009, have two amazing kids (Casey, a gifted writer and bookworm now in Grade 8, and Remi, our musical ham, now in Grade 5), and life got busy for a while. I stepped away from Rotary but stayed connected.
Career-wise, I’ve been with the same company for more than 20 years — long enough that my career is now “old enough to drink” in the U.S. I started in filing, worked a couple of summers packing caviar in Alaska, then became an executive assistant. My boss told me I was too smart to stay in that role and encouraged me into marketing — where I discovered my passion for brand strategy.
Today I lead brand work for a company managing $17.5 billion in assets across Canada. My job is to shape what people say about us when we’re not in the room — creating clarity and consistency about who we are and why we matter. It’s a bit like improv for business: connecting dots, crafting messages, and helping people see the big picture. I even got to study brand value at Harvard, which was an incredible experience.
Now, I’m excited to bring those skills back to Rotary as PR Director — helping define what makes our club stand out and why people should join us.
So that’s me — in a very large nutshell. Musician, marketer, improviser, husband, dad — and Rotarian. Thanks for welcoming me back and for giving me the chance to reintroduce myself.

 
please rewrite it in the style of William Shakespeare
 
ChatGPT said:
Absolutely — let’s make it sound like something the Bard himself might deliver on a Rotary stage. Here’s Lawrence’s speech reimagined with a Shakespearean flair:

The Most Excellent and Merry Tale of Lawrence of Chew
Hark, good friends and fellows of this noble club, lend me thine ears,
For eighteen winters past did I speak my first oration,
And lo! many a change hath since befallen.
 
I was sprung into this world some six and forty years ago,
In fair Vancouver where we set our scene.
My sire, a seller of lands; my dam, a healer of the sick —
Both yet dwell in the very house that cradled my youth.
 
At Vancouver College, fate’s hand did move.
First, a bandmaster strode forth, crying, “Who shall play?”
And though no plan had I, my hand did rise,
And thus was the saxophone my companion made,
And music became the thread that stitched my soul.
 
Second, I met one Fred Lee, my comrade true,
Who later beckoned me into the merry fellowship of Rotary.
In youth, I joined a band most strangely named — The Milk Chicks
No maidens were we, but troubadours bold!

Through taverns we played (sneaking in like midnight sprites),
And across this vast dominion we voyaged —
Twelve men, two wagons, and four weeks of revelry,
To Montreal and back again.

Though the band’s life was but three brief summers,
It was a time most glorious and full of song.
Yet music stayed with me, as a faithful hound.
Even now, I blow my horn in another band.

And soon shall we play our Christmas revel upon the Sunshine Coast —
A wassail of reggae and holiday cheer.
 
But Fred, good Fred, brought me to a higher calling.
Together we founded Interact, the first of its kind in the Lower Mainland.
We met, we served, we laughed, we played pool —
And thus learned that fellowship and service may dance together.
 
Rotaract came next, where I wore the crown of president,
And thence was I sent to RYLA North, a place most wondrous.
There learned I two lessons to guide a life:
First, the “Warm Fuzzy,” where words of kindness be writ upon a wall
And given to their worthy recipient —
A gentle proof that mankind may be good.
 
Second, the calling out of “Victim!” when one did lay blame
Upon fate or other men, rather than bear their lot.
Thus did I learn to seize mine own destiny,
And not to whine like some poor player on the stage.
 
Thereafter I taught at RYLA, where met I Chris of Pugh,
Whose steadfast spirit showed me what a Rotarian might be.
I journeyed to Sweden for RYLA International,
Then abroad with Rotaractors ’round the globe,

Returning full of wonder and wisdom.
By fortune’s hand, RYLA led me unto improv,
That brave sport where none know what may come next.
I took the stage, made merry fools of myself,

And learned that failure is but a passing storm —
That one must rise and jest anew,
For each night brings a fresh and eager crowd.
And there, through friends, I met my lady fair, Haley —

The mirror of my soul, save she be from Terrace.
We wed, had two children — Casey, our quill-wielding scholar,
And Remi, our tuneful sprite who fills the house with song.
 
In labour, too, did I prosper —
Staying with one house for over twenty years,
Rising from lowly filer to master of the brand.

My craft is this: to shape what men say of us
When we are absent from the room —
To build a name of honour, steady and clear.

This craft hath taken me to Harvard,
Where I did parley with wise folk from far lands.
 
Now, with joy, I turn again to Rotary,
To lend my wit and heart as PR Director,
To show the world why our fellowship is bright,
And why good souls wouldst join our cause.
 
Thus ends my tale, dear friends.
I thank thee for thy welcome,
And pray we make much mirth together in the days to come.
 
 
SERGEANT At Arms Tidbits
 
Amanda – Busy as always! Had a great board meeting, visited Bobby’s “secret lair,” and is heading to Cultus Lake to cheer on her dad, sister, and niece in the swim. Monday she and Graham drive to Edmonton to meet their brand-new great-nephew.
 
Michael – The passport photo saga continues! Three trips, two photo retakes, one very patient Michael — but finally, a usable passport photo. He’ll get his new passport September 17. Kids are back to school, so life’s back on track.
 
John – Exciting news: Daughter Darcy’s cleaning business Oceana is a finalist for the Delta Chamber of Commerce Environmental Sustainability Award — and she’s up to 19 employees!
 
Lawrence – Wrestling with LinkedIn admin access but making progress, possibly over a virtual coffee with Leanne.
 
Marylou – Jet-setting ahead! Leaving Friday for a jazz cruise from Vancouver to L.A., then off to Milan, Croatia, and Slovenia with friends — all while attempting to travel carry-on only. This weekend, hosting Lindsay and her partner before Sean’s 40th birthday bash and Oscar’s first day of kindergarten.
 
Dalbir – Passport adventures for the grandson finally resolved after multiple court appearances. Reminisced about long-time business ties with Lawrence.
 
Marg – Kitchen cupboard purge uncovered a mystery item from Slovenia. Spent time with a remarkable 97-year-old relative who still drives, delivers Meals on Wheels, and volunteers restoring vintage trams. Welcoming baby Emily’s daughter into the family!
 
Judy – Hosted her siblings for dinner, then battled rogue smoke alarms that wouldn’t stop beeping — even with new batteries and two different brands! Open call for fire-alarm wisdom from the club.
 
Debbie Murphy – Inspired by Lawrence's classification speech and reflecting on a summer of “firsts” without Manuel. Lots of family time and dragon boat paddling, now heading to Penticton for a regatta — luggage-free on a tiny prop plane!(see Marylou its easy.)
 
Kal – Optimistic about the Seahawks beating the 49ers this weekend. Had his best drive ever at Savage Creek’s 10th hole (400 yards!) during Monday’s scorching golf outing. But couldn't find it. 
 
Bill – A weekend of back-to-back funerals for dear friends Clyde and another long-time companion — sad but grateful to honor them both.
 
Blair blah blah blah which I think was about him visiting his kids and grandkids and travelling to different provinces and cities. I don't know ask ChatGPT!
 
Sandra – Back at work and gearing up for a cruise to Italy and Croatia — maybe will cross paths with Marylou en route. (bring some extra luggage for her.)
 
Maryam – New school year, new class, new challenges! With fewer divisions this year, classes are packed and full of “interesting combinations” of students. She’s bracing herself but excited to meet them all Friday.
 
Brian – Just back from an epic 11-day Christina Lake getaway with son Adam — cliff jumps, golf, boat rides, family visits, and even a touching father-son A&W moment. The hot, AC-less truck ride home was worth it.
 
Bobby – Eventful week: managed a wedding at the hall where a cake mysteriously went missing — and he was hilariously caught on camera just “nibbling fruit.” Hosted a smooth board meeting with takeout and wine, even stayed late cleaning up. hoping everyone would get the hint. Capped it all off with a 15 km family bike ride at English Bay.
Susan – Announced the new location for Saturday’s event (Ridge Hill Estates). Shared a heartwarming evening listening to her mom — a retired voice teacher — play piano for her son. Special moment for three generations.
 
Jeanette – Thanks Bobby for hosting the four-hour marathon board meeting. She had to sneak out early and is doing so again today.
 
Peachy – Shared a serious update about someone she’s been helping — found unconscious, endured three brain surgeries, now facing dementia and complex care needs. She’s supporting the exhausted mother through this very hard time.
 
Larry – Busy week behind the scenes but brightened by hosting his adventurous 82-year-old mother-in-law, who still lives life at full throttle. They shopped for “can’t-miss” luggage and enjoyed a fun, food-filled stay. Now the house feels quiet.
 
Elena – Operating on little sleep after a busy event weekend, but still found energy to DJ and get the party going.
 
Garth – Promised an update next week. (We’ll hold him to it!)
 
Debbie T – Survived the marathon board meeting and thanked Bobby for his hospitality. Helped run an International Overdose Awareness Day event at St. Albans, then attended another event in Coquitlam. Bonus story: every time she and her son go out, he spills coffee — and hilariously blames the car.
 
 

MEANDERINGS    

 
 
Yes there is a Grandparents Day!!! Who knew? So many of us get to babysit our grandchildren and today September 7th is Grandparents day. So enjoy!
 
UPCOMING EVENTS
 
September 14th Summer BBQ at Debbie S.'
 
Third Thursday of every month will be a projects meeting.
 
Friday, May 1st, 2026; Rotary Gala.
 
 
 
 

 TODAY'S CHUCKLEs     

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Birthdays & Anniversaries
Member Birthdays
Bob Shoker
September 24
 
Sam Jaffe
September 30
 
Spouse Birthdays
Kal Rai
September 30
 
Anniversaries
Bob Shoker
Karin Shoker
September 7
 
Dick Wagner
Barbara
September 7
 
Join Date
Dalbir Rai
September 2, 1992
33 years
 
Mary Lou Miles
September 2, 1999
26 years