Random acts of kindness
We chose the main cafeteria, unaware of the fact a special turkey dinner was being served because this was the Friday before Thanksgiving. The place was crowded with mostly young students.
A friendly gentleman explained to us where to line up for the Thanksgiving dinner. The tickets were sold out, but a young cashier told us to wait a minute, she would check something. In a few moments, she had procured tickets for us anyway, because we were guests.
When our plates were loaded for us, another young woman was there to assist in carrying our rich dinner and find a place for us in the crowded room. Several further courtesies were shown to us by young people, probably students in the hospitality field.
The dinner was well-prepared and most delicious, but we were even more impressed and touched by so much personal attention and assistance given to an elderly couple who had strayed into a world of mostly young people. Thank you, Red River College.
Student lifted spirits
ON Thanksgiving Monday, I found myself in Misericordia’s urgent care centre with a severe case of strep throat.
I’d spent the weekend at my cabin and had little sleep the previous evening because of stormy weather and difficulty breathing, then drove 3½ hours back to Winnipeg and spent another three hours waiting to be seen by a doctor. (Not a bad wait time, though).
Needless to say, I was exhausted. After I got my prescription, I went out- side to call a cab and found one at the curb. I got inside, phone in my hand, and I suppose I just didn’t put it in my purse when I went to put it on my belt. I didn’t notice it was gone until I had finished some laundry and was preparing to go to bed.
I panicked with as much energy as I had left and called the cab company and my service provider with my roommate’s phone, and then I thought to call my mother, because we share a service plan. My mother told me someone had found my phone in the cab and, by some miracle, it hadn’t locked itself. They texted my mom from my phone and said they’d found it as they were leaving Polo Park, and wanted to know how they could return it. They decided the person, Jesse, would leave it in the office at their school, Westwood Collegiate, and one of my parents would pick it up from there.
I graduated from John Taylor Collegiate two years ago, and while I don’t know who this student is, it does not surprise me they’re also from St. James. To go the extra mile and contact my mom, when they could have just handed the phone to the driver, is such a kind thing to have done. I live in the West End now, but it really reminded me of how lucky I am to have come from St. James, where learning to look out for one another is part of the curriculum.
Thank you Jesse, for giving me so much peace of mind and taking care of my phone for me.
I’m assuming you were leaving work when you found the phone, and I hope your shift wasn’t too stressful and your Thanksgiving was a happy one, because you certainly uplifted mine.