What Terry Fox Means to Me – A New Immigrant’s Perspective

Image source – Terry Fox Foundation

As a new immigrant to Canada, adjusting to a new country, culture, and uncertain future is both exciting and overwhelming. In the midst of navigating economic challenges, job scarcity, and a world that often feels unwelcoming, I discovered a name that keeps coming up again and again—Terry Fox. At first, I thought he was just a national hero, someone Canadians admired. But the more I learned about him, the more I understood that he represents something much deeper: hope, perseverance, and the Canadian spirit.

Terry Fox is probably the most important person in Canadian history—and rightly so. He attempted something no one else ever had: to run across Canada with one leg, battling cancer, to raise money for cancer research. What makes his story so powerful is not just the physical feat, but the mindset behind it. He was only 22, suffering from a terminal illness, and yet he chose not to spend his remaining time in despair. He chose to fight—not just for himself, but for others.

Every person facing a life-changing situation has two choices: give up and suffer, or make the time they have count. Terry chose the second. He didn’t wait for things to get better—he took action and inspired a nation. His Marathon of Hope wasn’t just a run; it was a message to all of us that no matter how hard life gets, if you believe in something, and if you’re willing to push yourself, anything is possible.

As I look back on my journey in Canada over the past five years, discouragement often creeps in. The job market is unforgiving, the future feels uncertain, and at times I wonder if I made the right choice in leaving everything behind. Most immigrants arrive in their early twenties, ready to start fresh; I chose to come in my late thirties. Now, in my mid-forties, change feels heavier, slower, and far more difficult.

And yet, when doubt takes hold, I think of Terry. He never let obstacles define him—neither cancer, nor pain, nor even the weight of a prosthetic leg. He ran until his body could no longer carry him. He ran not for himself, but for others. In doing so, he left behind a legacy that still runs through the hearts of Canadians—and through mine.

Terry Fox reminds me that I, too, must keep going. I may not know what lies ahead, and I may feel lost at times, but I know one thing for sure: sitting and crying won’t change my situation, but doing something about it just might. That’s what Terry taught me—not through words, but through action.

For that, I will always carry his story with me, not just as an inspiring tale of a national hero, but as a guiding light in my personal journey. Terry Fox showed us all that true strength is not in how long you live, but in how deeply you impact others while you’re here.

Canada may be a new home for me, but through Terry’s story, it already feels a little more like mine.

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