I've always tipped well for every service in Halifax because I know what it's like out here in the hospitality industry—but my hanger got the best of me at a certain pizza place on Saturday, where I angrily put in a $0 tip because my pickup order had been delayed for an hour due to a glitch in the online order. You didn't deserve that. I'll return for more 'za soon and, this time, leave and doubly good tip. —Hangry, now regretful, gal

I understand why you couldn't continue to be with me. You had love for me when I didn't love myself. I numbed myself to not feel anything with alcohol and drugs. They were the only things in my life that shut off the voice in my head that tells me everything I am doing wrong and lets me know everything I am not. Drinking set up a wall between me and other people, so that they wouldn't see what I see in myself. As a result I forgot how to have fun when I wasn't drinking, how to make connections with people, how to feel deep emotional bonds, and ultimately lost a piece of myself in the process. I decided to get that piece back and make myself whole again. I have a serious problem with alcohol, and the idea of a life without it terrifies me, but I want to show the world what a whole, complete version of me looks like. Unless I love myself and feel comfortable in who I am without alcohol, there is no place for it in my life. Sometimes it doesn't take rock-bottom. Sometimes it just takes someone caring. Caring enough to not stand by and watch you destroy a part of yourself. If I can learn to love myself, maybe she can remember how to love me too. —Anonymous Alcoholic

I saw your team rowing out of sync, and as we passed I called out that you guys were doing great, and then I heard someone say (about my comment) "I don't think she meant it." You're right. I said it kind of mockingly. And while my team cheered you on, I realized with a jolt how mean my insincerity was. I feel so ashamed. I wish every day for more kindness and compassion in this world. I don't even know what came over me. Just the fact that everybody participating in this race are doing so for a good cause makes each team winners. I didn't mean to take the fun out of it. I hope you see this you can accept my apology. You guys ARE great! Good luck! —Foot in Mouth Paddler

Sorry I made fun of your shirts so much and may have rubbed up on you a bit more than I should have (I know I shouldn't have at all). I don't want to be petty and I'm sorry that I was. Seeing you is always a lottery feeling wise and that night happened to be a bust. I mean I guess now we can call it even? Until next time, —Kit