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This article was published 25/7/2014 (794 days ago), so information in it may no longer be current.
Strangers helped find missing son at The Forks
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.
-- the Sawicki family
Still in awe
A group of us had just finished cleaning the hall after my son's weekend wedding. I was using my friend's Jeep to transport the 24 boxes of rented equipment I was returning.
I noticed the low-fuel light come on, so I pulled into the Co-Op on Archibald Street. I wanted to fill my friend's fuel tank and told the attendant to fill it up, but when I went inside to pay the $58, I noticed my debit and credit cards were still in the evening purse I used at the wedding. They couldn't take a cheque. I called my son to bring my purse, but he wasn't at home.
My son asked if they could take his credit card number over the phone, but again, they couldn't.
I was still on the phone with my son when the clerk came up to me and said my gas was paid for. I was astounded and asked who paid it. She pointed to two girls who were in their red Mustang and about to leave.
I ran out and thanked them and said I didn't know what to say. All they said was, "Have a nice day."
I am still in awe and will definitely pay it forward.
-- Lynne Fiola
Missing wallet returned before it was even missed
One beautiful, humid Sunday, my oldest son, my nephew and I rode our bike's along the Harte Trail through Assiniboine Forest and Assiniboine Park, with a quick stop at Sargent Sundae on Portage Avenue for some ice cream and a cold drink.
The trail was full of families, walkers, bikers and joggers enjoying a perfect afternoon. We rode back to my brother- and sister-in-law's place for a swim and a family supper.
I soon got a text from a neighbour asking if I knew anyone who lost a wallet. I texted him back, "No," and said I would ask my kids if had they left theirs at his house or dropped theirs out on our street. The next text I received was a picture of my driver's licence. Sure enough, when I checked my now-unbuttoned back pocket, no wallet.
It turns out Richard, from Richmond, B.C., had found my wallet while jogging though our city and had tried to locate me using the white pages, unsuccessfully. He then proceeded to set his car's GPS to my house to personally drop off the wallet. I wasn't yet home, but he saw my neighbour working in the yard and left the wallet with him. This had all happened within 45 minutes of my losing it at Sargent Sundae.
My wallet contained a small amount of cash, credit cards, my bank card, a check to be deposited and a (hopefully winning) lottery ticket.
I called Richard to thank him when I got home. He said all he was looking for was a glass of water and the hope if it had happened to him someone would have done the same. As I write this, I am thankful Richard would go to that effort to return my wallet. I am impressed and grateful.
-- Kelly Ham
A special summer day
Two of my friends and I were at the Family Restaurant in Southdale celebrating the end of the school year.
When we went up to pay our bill, we were told a lady had paid for lunch for all three of us, saying we reminded her of her grandchildren and that is why she wanted to do that.
Unfortunately, as you might have guessed, we don't know who this person was, but all three of us want to thank this lovely lady for making our first day of summer holidays such a very special day.
-- Zach Carpenter