In the Beginning...

As an infant Graeme Murray was abandoned by his parents in the brush of northern Ontario. Some believe it was a tragic plane crash that separated them, others say he was just too much for one family to handle. No matter the cause of the situation Murray was left alone. Murray was able to sustain himself by feeding on berries from a nearby blueberry bush, although he was forced to crush them to a pulp in order to eat them. For water he drank dew that gathered on top of the leaves of a young sapling his cradle was left next to. In order to survive Murray was forced to venture out; he could not live off blueberries and dew forever. As he crawled through the forest he came across a shallow flowing creek where he saw fish jumping, birds nesting and feeding their young, and deer drinking from the nurturing body of water. Murray decided to camp for the night under the overhang of a group of large rocks; it wasn't much protection but it kept the rain out. It was early the next morning when he was woken by a bustling in the bush nearby. Startled but not frightened, he quietly lifted his head to see three beavers. The beavers were there to bring him into their lodge. For many years Murray lived as a part of the beaver lodge learning to swim and build shelter. He ate from the land; birch with maple syrup was his favorite. As Murray grew strong he taught himself to play Lacrosse. He would run through the forest with a basket on a stick. Life in the beaver lodge was good, everything was what it needed to be. One rainy day Murray was running across the slippery rocks like he had done for years. He took one quick step after another until he took his last one. Murray slipped and landed and everything went black...... Murray woke up in his lodge on top of a bed of pine needles. He rolled out and tired to stand but could not. He no longer had the use of his legs. Feeling that he was about to start a new chapter in his life Murray set out to find more like him...not more paraplegics, but more people. He crawled south, much like his first days in the north. He crawled as far as he could, finally he passed out next to small trucking route where he was discovered by a man headed south. South to a town named Gravenhurst.