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Nov 18, 2014

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On the morning of Nov. 9, a Sunday, I went to the QEH walk-in clinic for the first time, and after parking my car in the lot, I realized that I did not have the proper change ($6 and it accepted only coins) for the machine. I had only a $20 bill and there were no stores around. The gentleman in the security office of the hospital was great and he gave me all the change he had: three $5 bills, two toonies and one loonie. But this was still not enough. I thought that I would have to move my car and try to find a spot on the street, but there was a man standing outside the clinic having coffee. I walked up to him and asked him if he had change for $5. He put his hand in his pocket and came up with six quarters. He gave me four and said: “Take this. You don’t want to get a ticket for being short a dollar.”

I was dumbfounded but very, very grateful. This helps to restore your faith in humanity, doesn’t it?

Carole GiambattistoLachine

 

I wanted to share my recent experience while travelling in Italy, a most beautiful country, rich in history, breathtaking landscape, gastronomical delights and hospitable people, but also a country which has been maligned for its alleged corruption, assault on unsuspecting travellers and Mafia ties.

My story is one which has left me in complete awe and amazement and has been a true testament of the goodness of people. On Oct. 16 we arrived in Rome and began our descent to our hometown in Calabria via the Amalfi Coast. After spending the night in Cave dei Tirreni, we accessed Highway A3, stopping at several rest areas along the way and finally exiting at Pizzo, where we stopped at a roadside fruit market to purchase produce for the next few days. To my horror I realized that my purse which contained all my money, credit cards, passport and precious belongings was missing. My heart was racing as I searched the car, anguish and devastation setting in as it became clear that I must have left my purse in the washroom of one of the rest areas. My brothers quickly sought directions to the authorities and mercifully were calm and supportive as we drove to the nearest police station some 10 minutes away.

However, the policeman was unable to help us since this was out of his jurisdiction and advised us to file a report with the highway police whose office could be found in Vibo Valentia, some 30 minutes away. It was another hour before we located the office and by that time, the office was closing, but we managed to get the number for the central operation for Southern Italy. The officers, although sympathetic, were doubtful whether the purse would ever be found, given the time lapse, the large area covered and the fact that hundreds if not thousands of people travelled along the 700 kilometres we had covered.

One of our dear relatives who lives in Vibo and is a high-ranking helicopter pilot in the police department met us and took us to his home where he immediately called the number, explained the situation, and was assured that an investigation would be started immediately, although any hope of finding the purse was very dim. By this time, I had cancelled the credit cards and resigned myself to spending the next two weeks without money and to contact the Canadian embassy to report the loss of my passport.

I was feeling rather foolish and embarrassed at having been so careless, having caused so much chaos for everyone and ruining what should have been a wonderful road trip for my brothers and sister-in-law when only a short time later, we received a call from the central to inform us that miraculously, my purse had been found at a rest area near Naples. Shockingly enough, all its contents were intact! I literally fell to my knees and said a silent prayer of thanks when I heard the news.

The next day we drove five hours back to Eboli (near Salerno) where we met the three police officers involved with our case, who were as excited as I was and proud to have played a part in turning what could have been a disastrous and costly situation into a memorable vacation. My offer of compensation to the officers was politely turned down, but in turn, they asked for a promise that I would treat them to an espresso when they visited Montreal. They did accept to deliver a reward on my behalf to the employee who found the purse at the rest area.

I will forever be grateful to all these angels whom I met, to my brothers and sister-in-law who remained supportive, understanding and loving during my ordeal, and to the lovely anonymous woman who proved that regardless of the infamous reputation attributed to this part of Italy, honourable and honest people still exist, ready and willing to do the right thing. Viva Italia!

Maria Morin, Montreal

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