Hey there, time traveller!
This article was published 11/2/2014 (1105 days ago), so information in it may no longer be current.
I was a single mama and student with three young children in 2011. We enjoyed shopping whenever my student allowance cheque came in, making the bus ride to Winners on Pembina Highway.
This cheque day, we went to the bank and got cash, my account not allowing a bank card until I had a history with my bank. I had to carry $800 in cash for rent, groceries and Winners.
So my three kiddies and I shopped in Winners for about an hour, filling a cart. When it came time to pay, my backpack with my wallet was nowhere to be found.
I was in such shock. My oldest daughter and the head of security spent an hour looking for my backpack, but found nothing. It was obvious to me someone had stolen it. Extremely disappointed, we gave up.
After hearing my dilemma, many were sympathetic, but one person went above and beyond. A few days after, a woman handed me a note with $100 wrapped in it.
My heart was overwhelmed by this act of kindness, but the note had no name. The person not only assisted in a time of need, but did not want any recognition or thanks for this. All I was asked to do was to pay it forward.
After the feeling of anger, that someone would steal from someone who obviously needed it, it took only one other person to remind me there’s always hope. Thank you to my anonymous angel.
— Nina McArthur