Dyson has a rich background that includes growing up with 10 siblings and being the eldest son. He received unschooled education along with his siblings until he attended High School. After graduating, he joined the Canadian Armed Forces and served with the North Saskatchewan Regiment.

Upon completing his full-time basic training and infantry trade course, Dyson embarked on a career with Panko Collaborative Law and Mediation, while continuing to serve part-time in the Armed Forces.

As Dyson excelled in both his military and professional careers, he assumed the role of bookkeeper at Panko, and was identified as a potential leader in the Forces. He underwent specialized training and obtained his Infantry Junior Leadership Qualification, which enhanced his organizational and leadership skills. Dyson then applied these newfound capabilities to various aspects of his life, including his role at Panko Collaborative Law and Mediation.

During this period, Dyson and the team at Panko Collaborative Law and Mediation were introduced to the Entrepreneurial Operating System, developed by Gino Wickman. Recognizing the power of this system to provide the team with the necessary tools and resources to transform the way families experience separation and divorce, Dyson was appointed as the team’s integrator and a leader. He is passionately committed to the core focus of transforming the way families navigate separation and divorce, driven by his belief that collaborative methods, such as Non-Violent Communication, can positively impact even the most challenging family breakdowns, transforming separating parents from adversaries into partners developing strategies together that meet everyone’s needs.

Charmaine Panko, K.C.,Collaborative Lawyer And Mediator

I love stories. It’s so important to tell our stories and to hear each other’s stories. Stories help us connect and to see each other as human. They help us build empathy and widen our perspectives. Stories can be very different, even when they involve the same people and events. We have our own distinct memories of the story, unique to our own experience.

I have many stories – and probably more than my share of stories about getting lost. One such memorable story happened the day there was a board meeting scheduled out of town for one of the organizations that I am involved with.  I had no childcare and decided that rather than miss the meeting, I would just bring them with me.  They were ages 6, 5, 3, 2, and 11 months.

I loaded the children into the van, buckled the baby into his car seat, and started driving. I had a vague idea of my destination, but as I continued down the highway, every passing road sign made me question if I was still going in the right direction; every turn looked like it could be “the turn.” Uncertainty grew, as did my annoyance – why hadn’t I confirmed the route I needed to take before embarking upon the journey?

Finally, I swallowed my pride, called for directions, and we finally arrived at the meeting. A bit breathless and disorganized, the children and I tumbled into the boardroom. Everyone’s eyes were on me, watching with confusion, while I set the children up in the corner with crayons and colouring books. Pretending this is the way everyone comes to a board meeting, I straightened my clothes, put on a smile, and sat down to get to work.

At first, the kids were quiet. As the day went on, I began to relax. “Maybe,” I thought, “this wasn’t such a bad idea after all.” Looking back, I realize that I ignored the obvious changes in circumstances for longer than I should have. The snacks ran out — boredom set in. The children could now be found crawling around on the floor or running back and forth, giggles interspersed with the occasional shout that someone wasn’t playing fair. The accusations became more frequent and louder until it was crystal clear that I had lost control of the situation. I hustled the children out of the room, quickly trying to pick up the mess they’d left behind and whispering apologies for leaving early. I backed out the door, face flushed and feeling more than a little self-conscious.

Once again, I loaded everyone into the van, buckled up the baby, and started driving.  We stopped at the gas station, and my 6 year old politely suggested that I ask for directions home.  I rolled my eyes and explained that wasn’t necessary because we would simply go back the way we had come.  I pulled away from the gas station.  And promptly made a wrong turn.

It wasn’t long before I realized my error, but turning the van around was going to be difficult. I told myself that surely there would be a better road ahead, perhaps just on the other side of the hill. I kept my foot on the gas.

Instead of a “better road,” I found a small lagoon. And then we were stuck. Literally. The van sunk into the swampy mud, and that was that. The early spring rain had turned to sleet – abandoning the van and walking back to the main road was not an option. When I realized I’d forgotten to charge my cell phone and couldn’t call for help, my heart sank.

I sat silently staring out the driver’s window, unsure about what to do next. It was now past supper. The children were not only restless but also hungry, tired, and full of non-stop questions:  “Where are we?  How much longer until someone finds us?  How much longer, mom?  How stuck are we, mom?”  Finally, I took a deep breath, mustered up a cheery voice, and said, “There’s nothing to worry about. Yes, we’re stuck, but someone will come to rescue us.”

We waited. As the night started to envelop us in its darkness, fear and uncertainty sat like a weight in the pit of my stomach. My mind raced from one “what if?” to another. I imagined all the worst possible outcomes as if we were characters from the plot of a poorly written horror film.  I told myself that if everyone would just fall asleep, we’d manage for the night, the cold rain would stop come morning, and we’d be able to walk to help if the help didn’t come to us first.

I was grateful that I had filled up at the gas station so I could keep the van running with the heat on.  At the same time, I was ashamed of myself for having ignored the sage advice of a six-year-old when we were there.  And why hadn’t I charged my cell phone?  My internal voice continued to chastise:  “why didn’t you….” and “you should have….”

I had started to doze off with my head resting against the window when my daughter’s frantic knock on the glass woke me with a start.  I was so relieved that I instantly burst into tears.  It had been a very long six hours waiting for that moment.

The next day, a tow truck pulled the van out of the mud and back up the hill to the other side to set it down on solid ground. I wish I could say the experience helped improve my sense of direction, but, these many years later, I remain as prone to getting lost as ever. I take comfort in knowing that when I inevitably get lost again, someone will come looking for me.

This is but one of countless stories contained in the chapters of my life. Some parts make me laugh when I remember them, and others make me cry. There are some stories that are more difficult to tell than others, and I expect there are many more stories yet to be written.

All stories are important, and I look forward to hearing yours.

I’m Donal, and I was just eighteen when I embarked on my journey with our family business, balancing responsibilities here and at my part-time job at Dairy Queen. Customers at DQ frequently asked about my accent and origin. Even though the answer was simple, it often triggered puzzled looks and subsequent questions.

I’m From Saskatoon.

My challenge wasn’t geographical. The real task was explaining this without causing discomfort to the questioner or becoming self-conscious. I had been diagnosed with Childhood Apraxia of Speech at two. From a young age, the struggle to articulate speech sounds was real, often leading to others guessing my words. I found the challenges of being understood and the teasing of other kids disheartening.

Following my diagnosis, a speech pathologist guided my development until I was twelve, teaching me how to use my tongue, jaw, and lips for more effective English expression. After years of speech therapy, misunderstandings of my words became infrequent. However, comprehension of my words didn’t always lead to understanding my story. The effort to form the words I wanted to express sometimes resulted in feelings of isolation, frustration, and doubt about my ability to communicate.

At first, I was very uncomfortable sharing. As I opened up and became more willing to express my vulnerability, I learned valuable lessons about compassion and empathy. I would need to seek to understand others to connect authentically, which meant having the vulnerability to share my story with those who genuinely cared. They would feel connected to me and know that I recognized that they did care. Afterward, they would feel comfortable opening up to me by sharing their own story.

This understanding did not come easily or quickly. I opened up to those around me, my discipleship team, in my work environments, and to acquaintances sitting across from me at coffee shops. My growth in understanding ushered in new chapters in my life, with deeper relationships, commitment to faith, and ongoing personal development. I grow as I reflect on my story. My passion for people grows with each new story shared with me.

Professional Life Of Donal Frank Reed Panko

Today, my journey intertwines with continual professional growth and invaluable life lessons. Therefore, by opening myself up and forging meaningful connections, I empathize with our clients, many of whom are navigating stressful situations such as separation and divorce, child support, custody, visitation, or a stressful real estate transaction.

Everyone has a story. That being the case, I am determined to make people feel understood whenever they share their story or goals. In my work with Panko Law as a paralegal, I diligently ensure excellent service for our clients. As the head of sales & marketing, I’m passionate about stories and experiences.

I am hopeful for the future as I persevere through the challenges resulting from speech apraxia. I have gratitude for each chapter in my story and for those bold enough to share their journey. Similarly, there was a time when a client was brave enough to share her child’s struggle with speech development. She told me about how our connection and my story instilled hope in her, a sentiment that profoundly moved me.

At Panko, we believe in the power of relationships. Everyone has a unique journey. We want to help you along yours. We strive for excellence in our services. Your success matters to us. Our mission is to empower you in your current chapter and those to come. Lastly, when you engage with any team member, expect genuine attentiveness and understanding.