Ran­dom acts of kind­ness

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

and a lady named Karen came to my res­cue, help­ing me up and phon­ing my daugh­ter for me. They stayed with me till my fam­ily got there to ferry me to emer­gency at Grace Hos­pi­tal.

I am so ap­pre­cia­tive to those three peo­ple. There re­ally are lovely peo­ple in this city, and those were three of the best.

I’m sorry I don’t know the men’s names.

Staff as­sisted stuck se­niors

ON the first snowy day in mid-De­cem­ber, we went to our grand­son’s Christ­mas con­cert at Oak Bank El­e­men­tary School.

The exit of the park­ing lot was not well­marked, and we went into the ditch while leav­ing.

Sev­eral peo­ple, in­clud­ing teach­ers, came to our res­cue and pushed the car back onto the road. With­out their as­sis­tance, we would have been wait­ing a good long time for a CAA tow truck.

Thanks to all who helped.

Pleased with purse’s re­turn

I for­got my purse in a shop­ping cart in the park­ing lot at the Tay­lor Av­enue Wal­mart on Satur­day, Dec. 19.

I didn’t no­tice un­til I was al­ready home, and my heart sank.

I called cus­tomer ser­vice right away, and some­one had al­ready turned it in — with ev­ery­thing in it.

Thank you to who­ever found my purse and was nice enough to do that. I am writ­ing to thank the three Good Sa­mar­i­tans who came to my res­cue when I was walk­ing home through blow­ing snow the night of Dec. 16.

I was on my way home from my grand­daugh­ter’s Christ­mas con­cert and was cross­ing Lodge WE and our neigh­bours were gifted with a visit Av­enue at Strath­mil­lan Road. When I took a step from one of Santa’s helpers late at night on Dec. 20.tore­achtheside­walkonLodge,Ifoundit­was sheer ice un­der the snow. Shortly af­ter the big plows came down our

I went down very hard and was help­less on the street, some­one shov­elled out the windrows re­ground, ly­ing on a bro­ken arm. Two gen­tle­men main­ing at side­walks and drive­ways.

Neigh­bour’s shov­el­ling a sur­prise

In past win­ters, a small plow fol­lowed the huge one and cleared our ac­cess, but not this time. We were plan­ning an early morn­ing work­out to clear what was left be­fore it froze.

As se­niors, this was a much-ap­pre­ci­ated gift. Thank you.

Merry Christ­mas de­spite mix-up

I would like to share a story I ex­pe­ri­enced dur­ing the Christ­mas hol­i­days.

Last year, I pur­chased a lot of my Christ­mas gifts on­line as it was more con­ve­nient for me to do that than go out with a five-month-old in tow.

One day, I re­ceived a voice­mail from some­one at the Arthur V. Mauro stu­dent res­i­dence at the Univer­sity of Man­i­toba say­ing they had re­ceived my pack­age in er­ror. They had found my phone num­ber and in­for­ma­tion in the box and called me to see if I was ex­pect­ing a pack­age.

This pack­age may have been de­sir­able to a dis­hon­est per­son be­cause it came from a well­known brand, but th­ese won­der­ful ladies took the ef­fort to track me down and let me know they would hold the pack­age for me. I had a heck of time with the de­liv­ery com­pany to get it de­liv­ered back to me, but I would just like to share my ap­pre­ci­a­tion for the fine ladies at the stu­dent res­i­dence.

Had it been de­liv­ered to a dif­fer­ent ad­dress, I don’t know if I would ever have seen those gifts given to the in­tended re­cip­i­ents.

I am so thank­ful for this sim­ple and hon­est act of kind­ness. Thank you, Arthur V. Mauro staff, for mak­ing my Christ­mas a lot mer­rier.

Big thank you to car­ing cab­bie

OUR fam­ily would like to thank and com­pli­ment the driver on book­ing No. 166 78 35 with Duffy’s Taxi.

On Christ­mas Eve, we sent my mother home by taxi and were a lit­tle wor­ried be­cause we would not be there to en­sure she got safely into her apart­ment build­ing.

A few min­utes later, we re­ceived a call from my mother say­ing the driver got her home safely and had even walked her into her build­ing.

I am not sure if this is pol­icy, but thank you, Duffy’s Taxi. And a big thank you to the driver of this book­ing.

Shop­pers had the right stuff

I went to the Vic­to­ria Gen­eral Hos­pi­tal gift shop to pick up some Ty stuffies.

They have great gifts, but I didn’t want to spend too much be­cause my list seems to get longer ev­ery year. I picked up four cute lit­tle stuffed char­ac­ters and ex­plained to the vol­un­teer sales lady th­ese were for kids be­ing fos­tered by a mem­ber of our fam­ily.

A lady who was brows­ing over­heard our con­ver­sa­tion. Be­cause she hadn’t done her usual Christ­mas good deed, she in­sisted on pay­ing for two of them.

As I was get­ting ready to check out the other two stuffies, an­other lady in­sisted on mak­ing the same ges­ture. Now that’s the true mean­ing of Christ­mas.

I do­nated the money it hadn’t cost me to the Sal­va­tion Army at St. Vi­tal Cen­tre.

Thanks to th­ese two lovely ladies. I told ev­ery­one I could about my touch­ing ex­pe­ri­ence and stated on the cards at­tached to the gifts who they were from.

Grate­ful for Good Sa­mar­i­tans

ON Dec. 26, we were stuck in a ditch on Roblin Boule­vard in the freez­ing cold.

Sud­denly, there ap­peared one car, two cars, three cars, four...

Ev­ery­one jumped out, pushed, pulled and towed, and be­hold, we were free.

James, Rob and oth­ers (you know who you are), you are Good Sa­mar­i­tans. Thank you very much.

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