To the guy we met on our first night of vacation: It was heartwarming to hear about your adventures as a father. You seem to put a lot of work into giving your son the best life. Thanks for telling us about the sloth exhibit and for inviting us to crash his birthday party there. It was a highlight of our trip!
—The Montreal Therapists

Major kudos and a big shout-out to the guys who handle lost and found at the Halifax Transit Bridge Terminal. Last Wednesday, I lost my wallet on one bus going to the Bridge Terminal from Dartmouth, and my cell phone on the bus going across the bridge to Halifax. I got the number for lost and found at Halifax Transit, so I called them and I spoke with Dale; we had a great rapport and the customer service experience was great! The bus drivers had all told me that lost and found opened at 8am. bit Dale explained that they didn't get the things back from buses until noon, so it was not a good idea to call before that. Makes sense to me.

I left a voicemail message with Dale yesterday, and today when we talked he asked me about my phone and asked me to describe it to him. I told him the brand name only appeared near the speaker. He asked if I could wait a while, as he had to have a look in his inventory again.

Lo and behold, my wallet, with all the money I had, $25, and a lottery ticket AND my phone were at the lost and found! Freaking A+++ for customer service, guys, and for getting these things back to me. It took a week for my cell and wallet to be located and brought back: who cares how long it took! I got them back!

So people, when you lose your stuff and it might be on the bus, don't panic. These guys are super-busy! I just explained the process. Let them do their job and locate the stuff and stop calling every day to find out if your things are there. It must be super-stressful working there. So I didn't have my cell phone for a week; the world didn't end and I didn't die because I couldn't access the internet. It was actually nice to be flying blind and almost incommunicado for six or seven days. Lol! Thanks to everyone who had anything to do with it at Halifax Transit!!! Aaron and Dale, you guys rock!
—An Anonymously Happy Guy

This past Monday I lost my wallet. Thank you to the bank lady who helped me freeze all of my accounts when I realized I was missing my wallet. Thank you to the police officer who took my report of "missing property" very seriously, even going as far to contact Halifax Transit to see if anything turned up. Thank you to the bus driver who still drove me home when I explained I lost my wallet that has my bus tickets in it, and I couldn't pay for a fare because my accounts were frozen and I had no access to money.

But the biggest thank you goes to the woman who found my wallet, opened it, found my sister's business card and contacted her to inform her that she found my wallet. You are a truly good person. I'm so thankful. Cards and wallets can be replaced, I can make more money, but my wallet had a picture of my late dog Jake. I'm just happy I got that back.
—Thankful Lady With A Blush-pink Wallet

Remember the platforms you have,
Raise your voices,
And do what you do best.
Keep on continuing your wonderful work within the community.
You don't just make a difference,
You are the difference.
Some people just need to pay attention more closely and listen because you are the change that the city's council, provincial and federal government needs. They need to take a leaf from your book.
—T.

I just wanted to thank all of the wonderful people who stopped to help me after I flipped over the handlebars of my motorbike driving down the Bedford Highway earlier this week. A huge thank-you to the off-duty firefighter and two nurses who stopped to help, to the guy who called 911, to the guy who used his shirt to shield me from the blistering sun and the woman who lent me her sunglasses. If I am forgetting to thank others who had stopped, I apologize but it is still all a blur. None of you needed to do what you did, but I am very thankful and grateful that there are people like you out there.
—Battered, Bruised, Bit-broken Biker

I had to get an abortion here in NS a few months ago, and as a young individual who absolutely could not tell my parents, I was understandably terrified. However, what I found was that Nova Scotia has a GREAT abortion set up. It's super-easy to self-refer to the Women's Choice Clinic, and set up the necessary appointments and everything (the wait time is minimal). When they call you, it's a blocked number so no one around you get suspicious. It's all run by women, and everyone is so nice. At no point did anyone try to convince me against getting an abortion, and all the nurses and doctors were so nice.

The actual day-of process was smooth, the waiting rooms have couches, colouring books, snacks and music playing. There are lots of other women there going through the same thing, and honestly it's a very supportive atmosphere. You can opt to have pain killers and an anti-anxiety med to calm you down. Afterwards you are given a popsicle (& more snacks) and you go to a recovery room until you are ready to go. You are also referred to a psychologist if you feel you need it (not mandatory). Not only was the entire process free, but easy as well. The full process for me took less than two hours, from 8-9:30am. I was the first of my group to go, so it may have been a bit longer for others, but very efficient altogether. Literally the only downside was that music was also playing in the surgery room, and now "Brown Eyed Girl" is forever tainted. (But honestly not really because not one part of this experience was traumatic or scary because of the care taken for the women.)

I'm so happy Nova Scotia has such accessible abortions, and such a wonderful set-up to support women. 10 out of 10 best hospital experience ever, please don't be afraid of feel ashamed. <3
—Young, Sometimes Dumb, But Well Taken Care Of

Looking for a sweet-looking guy who gave me a quick smile on the #2 bus to Mumford 18/08/19. He had long hair in a low pony, a septum piercing, metal tee, green shorts and grey backpack. I sat across from him (you) and was chatting excitedly with my sis. This seems crazy to even me, but thought I might try. Not too many people feel like home when you look at them.
—RM

What a relief when you came back, after two long weeks. You've created a safe space for myself and so many others, and I want you to know: I see you. I see the love that you all foster here, and am so grateful that I get to be apart of it. Being in a public space and feeling completely at ease wasn't apart of my normal before I came here. Can't wait to see you tomorrow.
—Your Sappy Sister

I was really enjoying talking with you, and after complimenting each other and confirming a mutual attraction, was going to suggest getting together for a coffee or a drink the next day. Much to my chagrin, you seem to have deleted your profile. If you’re out there and see this, maybe the song “Georgia on my Mind” will jog your memory. Would love to meet to get to know you.
—A “_ _ _ _ _ _ _” Peach

I was in line behind you to see that Miyazaki film at the Oxford while you were talking yourself out of buying an ice cream bar, and I bought you that damn bar. I just needed to see someone enjoy the little things in life. You asked to sit with me but I said no. I didn't tell you it was because my father was in the hospital and I didn't want a stranger to see me cry. He was fine, but when he went back last week I thought of you, and wondered whether you're enjoying this brief candle.
—It Was Such A Great Film