Hey there, time traveller!
This article was published 16/9/2011 (1950 days ago), so information in it may no longer be current.
I was returning home from Grand Forks with my wife, sister-in-law and friend on the Perimeter Highway.
We were just crossing St. Anne’s Road when I heard a loud bang; I pulled over to the side of the road, only to discover I had a flat tire. I was on the phone calling CAA when I heard a tap on my window. A young man was offering to change my tire. My sister-in-law actually spotted him make a U-turn when he saw me pull over.
It took him no time at all to get out his jack and his yellow-striped vest.
I just could not believe the kindness of this young man. He told me he was a truck driver, and his name was Steven.
I offered him money for supper, but he refused to accept it.
Steven, I hope you see this article and thank you very much again for coming to my rescue. May God Bless you.
I noticed we enjoy the same sport: we both have Blue Bombers Licence plates.
— Bert Rebeiro