Strangers helped find miss­ing son at The Forks

Winnipeg Free Press - Section G - - THE SOCIAL PAGE -

WE were en­joy­ing a his­tor­i­cal day at The Forks. My non-ver­bal, nearly three-year-old son was run­ning small laps around our stroller as we sat on the grassy steps by the wa­ter. Sud­denly, the mus­kets fired, and he darted up the steps. We ran af­ter him, but he was gone into the crowd. I took my el­dest daugh­ter with me and put the younger ones in care of one of the his­tor­i­cal ac­tors. We didn’t even know what di­rec­tion to go. I was so afraid he’d run back down and go close to the river. I asked se­cu­rity to call the po­lice, but they had some con­fu­sion on the pol­icy. We asked spec­ta­tors to look. We stopped the band to an­nounce our des­per­ate plea. As 20 min­utes went by, we were spent, emo­tion­ally. A bilin­gual cou­ple took charge. They helped us look and de­manded se­cu­rity call the po­lice. One of the his­tor­i­cal soldiers found our son hid­ing un­der a chair in an aban­doned pa­tio res­tau­rant close to where we were sit­ting when he ran off. I wish I caught the names of the cou­ple who helped us and those who found him and kept our other chil­dren safe. One motherly lady dressed in his­tor­i­cal cos­tume held my el­dest as she sobbed in her arms. The po­lice came swiftly. The best news of my life was hear­ing our son was found alive and well. We fell in a heap, hug­ging him and sob­bing openly. Many fel­low Win­nipeg­gers pat­ted our backs to say they were glad he was found. That day showed us once again the bond of fel­low man to work to­gether and re­joice to­gether. Shared sor­row is sor­row halved. Shared joy is dou­ble joy.

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