Readers Comments
molliecat wrote: I walked children to and from school for many years and our crossing guards name was francine, beautful woman. She struggled financially and was often taunted when kids would point her out as the beggar. She was often seen in early hrs before collecting bottles from the neighbourhoods roadside trash. It hurt me to see someone who was so kind and so loving to children be ridiculed because she was trying to survive. , i would very often bring her our left overs from lunch so she would at least have one meal. It was christmas one year and i asked her , i would like to get you a little something from the daycare kids , i thought i could go get you a trukey and trimmings , then i said or i could write you out a cheque and you can do as you please with it. She started crying and im a sook, she said debbie, i would really like to have money instead. Im glad i asked. It was our tradition from that day on that we carried out this exchange of giving , caring , loving. I miss her , i mght go there someday soon and get her to take me across that street again.
seesee wrote: I fell out with my best friend and now after reading this, i will find a way to be a better friend to him and
Start our hugging sessions again, i really miss that.
Start our hugging sessions again, i really miss that.
Patti wrote: Such a lovely story… and so well written. Thank you for sharing.
ConnieO wrote: :) so sweet. We all need a ms. Leslie. On every corner. <3
Catherine wrote: So beautiful! Crossing guards are important community members and it is wonderful to connect in this way.
Sandra wrote: That was not just a random act of kindness - what was experienced was an act of love; blessing for all three of you
Pat wrote: What a lovely scene to witness every morning and the warm feeling it leaves you with.
marcella teran wrote: The simple act of hugging, and connection, heals my sou!
sandyremillard wrote: Let's be huggers!
Mish wrote: This is beautiful... teary-eyed me. Hugs for this!!