I was walking on Spring Garden road at around 5 in a hurry to get to the bank and I didn't notice $60 fall out of my pocket. This guy yelled to me, not once, but twice, and told me my money fell on the ground. THANK YOU!
This means a lot because I'm from a rural town in NS where everyone knows you, your parents, and everyone looks out for you. Gives literal meaning to "It takes a community to raise a child."
With the sleepwatcher on the prowl in my neighbourhood, the swarmings, the cops not giving a shit, and all the newspaper articles reporting gunshots and violent attacks, I'm nervous to walk around after dark like I did constantly in my little hometown. Good to know there's some decency left in this beautiful, but crime-ridden city. —Caper girl in the gray hoodie