On Saturday April 20 my husband had to attend work-related meetings downtown. That was a shitty enough start to the day. He was in a rush and his wallet slipped out of his jacket pocket. He noticed it was gone immediately and went back to look - no luck. Sadness. BUT YOU!! you found said wallet, put in a Canada Post Mailbox, and his wallet has been returned! We are so thankful - it sucks to have to get a new driver's license etc., but what's really important here: the wallet was a wedding gift from me to him, and it contained photos of him holding our son the day he was born. Not a digital print. Negatives long gone. Not replaceable. It feels so good to live in a city where people do the right thing - we had a gut feeling someone would - and it was lovely to have that affirmed. Halifax, you rock. Wallet-returner, thank you so much! —Wife Who Loves Halifax and Its Awesome Citizens

Yikes, a sweet girlie girl that took the time to show an interest in what a broke down old guy was reading, War and Peace. And my silly pursuit, five books before I die...Moby Dick, War and Peace, Ulysses, The King James Bible and The Complete Works of William Shakespeare. Without laughing at my pompous affectation. My regret...no time to discuss Edna St. Vincent Millay, Jane Bowles, Djuna Barnes. Strong, honest, self possessed...and wonderfully flawed.... women you need to know. —BDOG

Sometimes, people do horrifying, disturbing, seriously wrong things. But I firmly believe that folks are, for the most part, good. It's not hard for me to believe, since everywhere I go I meet people who are kind-hearted, open-minded, loving, and accepting. Thank you to these people for helping me not to lose faith in humanity and to stay positive. There is beauty and kindness everywhere, if only you have the hope in your heart to glance around. —Optimist

To the younger guy driving the silver car ahead of us in line to get our morning drive thru coffee fix in Cole Harbour Monday morning - thank you. We were both in a cranky mood driving in from our house up the shore, we had been behind someone driving 25km UNDER the speed limit the whole way - we hadn't had coffee and we were not fit yet for the world. We honked at the older gentleman in front of us to move up when he was signalling for you to go - even though he was there first - and I had it.. I lost it. I honked at him twice to just move forward and keep the line up moving - hence why the drive-thru has 2 lines for cars now. You looked back at us and were obviously not happy with our judgment call - I felt horrible that you were pissed at us for honking at him... and I started to recognize that I was being a total ass. I wanted to get out and apologize to you but as it were I was driving and we were moving along to the window. We went to pay and you had bought our coffees for us with the message "have a nice day". I did end up having a nice day - and I paid for the people behind me with the same message. Thank you for shaking me out of my selfish and irritable moment and bringing me back to reality - because really - what's the rush? I adore you for this. I hope YOU had a good day too!!! —Ms. Cranky Pants and her Mr. Cranky passenger

I have to say, every time I go to Michael's and see my lovely babies play in their bands - it's a delicious time. Great beer, great staff and great music. I wholeheartedly recommend catching some pop-punk or grunge rock next time, you might be surprised. Always enjoying the fact that you guys give small bands a chat. —Heybabyholic

You: short skirt-wearing brunette beauty with vintage seagreen bike. Me: awe-struck blonde beard on Spring Garden. Everyday I see you whizzing by, and I can't figure out how I'm going to get your attention. You're breathtaking. Turn your (awesome) riding cap my way, little bird, and make my month of April (or May or June). —Yearning Pedestrian

You've got a flashlight to help you see in the dark, and I've got a rope to help me escape. My problem is that I can't see a way out, and your problem is you see the solution before you but cannot act. I've an idea. Call out to me! Yell my name at the top of your lungs! I'll throw the rope over and pull you out, you can trust in my strength, then you can illuminate my world with your light. I want to save you, not only because you deserve it, but so that you can save me. Then we can draw on the depth of our respective wells while we sit outside on a rock enjoying the sunshine for possibly the first time. —Forget the Consolation Prize

When I met you on April 8th for our coffee at Starbucks I knew my heart would be even more torn. I can still feel your touch. Ever since that day I can't keep you out of my mind. I returned to that same place two weeks to the day hoping you would come through the doors. I sat at our table watching out the window to see if you would come by again.I can only hope you save a piece of your heart for me. If now is not out time I hope one day we will have our time. I want to call you so bad but can't. I will be at the same place again in 2 weeks (Monday May 6th ) sitting looking out the window and wondering. —WOW

I don't care that you're a drug dealer, I don't care that I have a boyfriend, I don't care that I shouldn't want you. I do. I can't help it. I need to know what your lips taste like.. what your body feels like against mine. Get at me ;) —Unmixed Signals

I wished upon a star, on a cold April night. It asked for time with your heart, under sun’s light. With dislocated chance this wish fell to the ground and its urgency required for it to be painfully found. I really shouldn’t try to Right with my write for the risk. If I used my Left I might miss, choosing words to touch your face with a soft and gentle kiss. I wrote with my Right using keys and hurt a heart I wish to please. All I have Left, is pencil with a quest to wear my heart all out there on my sleeve. Will you be left, and right, with me? —Tuesday's Leftovers