Day 468: Wail of a tale

SharkBabyMy good deeds were very small ones today — deed-ettes, in fact. So I’d like to share a story with you that I read in my local newspaper. It warmed my heart and made me burst with pride at the kindness that abounds in my fair city. I will keep it in mind next time I’m on the bus or subway and hear a baby cry.

“I am a regular customer of the TTC. My baby boy had a sudden spike in temperature, so we got on the Queen streetcar to go to the doctor’s office. However, the construction and detours were making the ride difficult, and it seemed like my son’s temperature was increasing. He crept crying uncontrollably.

“A number of concerned riders asked if they could do anything. One nursing student even went to the driver asking how much longer it would take to reach the destination. The TTC operator phoned his supervisor for assistance. But realistically, nothing could be done.

“Finally, two young men — probably students (they were carrying backpacks) — gave me a $20 bill. They helped me carry my baby and the carriage onto the nearest platform, and then hailed a taxi. They wouldn’t give me their names or contact info so that I could pay them back.

“As the taxi pulled away, people on the streetcar waved and blew kisses. God bless you all. I am forever grateful to the people on the streetcar that day.”
Jenny, Toronto

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3 responses to “Day 468: Wail of a tale

  1. Now that is what humanity is all about. Great story. Thank you for sharing!

  2. You’re very welcome, Chris and Thoth.

    Thank you for sharing, too!

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