HUGS: To the person who returns our wagon that was probably mistaken for trash to treasure. It was sitting on the street in front of our stairs.
HUGS: To the staff at the club. Your compassion is exactly the kind of stuff that gives this community such an outstanding reputation. We’re all very happy that the move worked out.
SLUGS: To the beaver who came into my yard in the dark of night, cut down my little decorated fruit tree, and and swam off up the lake with the tree and the new set of lights. May you have a colourful lodge this Christmas!
SLUGS: To the winter street maintenance. Whatever happened to sand? The gravel being used is dangerous. People are twisting ankles and falling! Would rather walk on ice. Going to be a real mess to clean up come spring. Sand is a much better alternative.
SLUGS: To the hard-hearted man who shouted “fur is murder” to my seven-year-old son off Baker St. My Métis son was expressing both his heritage, and his heart, by honouring an animal and giving a new life to an old fur coat. While I understand and respect your opinion, you have no right to shout at my son!
HUGS: To the local minister who wrote a piece for this paper about his struggles dealing with depression; as well as the reporter who gave his personal story. During this time of unfettered merry making, many are pulled into the depths of despair for an assortment of reasons. Both men gave sound advice, both gave hope. I have the clippings by my bedside.They sustain me.
SLUGS: To the stores that incessantly play Christmas carols for three weeks straight every December. It’s not fun or cute for everyone; for folks like me, it’s sappy and irritating and makes me want to go elsewhere to shop. Perhaps you could supply either ear plugs or barf bags for shoppers if you’re going to play that drippy, shmaltzy, commercialized pablum? Well, MerryXmas anyway!
HUGS: To the woman in the bank line at closing time! I was feeling shy and awkward, you struck up an incredibly kind conversation. I went to my truck to get my card and a few pencils to give you in THANKS but you were gone. I have been known to wire a house in exchange for intermittent conversation that is friendly. Thank you! And to all of you friendly people I meet here each day THANK YOU for making our world a better place.
HUGS: To the off duty city bus driver at the Bank of Montreal who overheard my conversation with a local homeless man who was in desperate need of footwear and then asked what size he needed and proceeded to his vehicle for a warm pair of boots. These are the actions that create and make a difference in our world. This act of kindness and generosity made an enormous difference for this man’s well being and you deserve a huge hug. Thank you, you are awesome!
HUGS: Great big loving hugs: My elderly mother slipped and fell in the 400 block Stanley St. last week. Thank you to all the men that came to her rescue and helped her: the young man who jumped out of his car, the older gentleman who knew her name and the other young men who helped her up. After a trip to the emergency room she was sent home with a large bump on her head, a swollen eye and bruised face but thankfully no broken bones or concussion. Big hugs to all of you:Thank you from my mother and all of our family. – Mother J & daughter S