Ran­dom acts of kind­ness

Winnipeg Free Press - Section E - - ARTS & LIFE -

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.

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