I saw you in the parking lot, struggling to walk. Bent over sideways, battling to move the cane ahead and take a step, fighting not to lose your balance. When you accepted my offer to drive you, I was so relieved. You said it feels as though every bone in your body hurts. My heart hurts for you. The worst thing was, I didn't see you in safely. I took your instruction to drop you off at the foot of the hill, rather than up to the entrance, and I didn't question your refusal for me to get out of the car and help you. You fell. It was like I fell too. I don't know why you are in so much pain, or if you will heal. But my heart goes out to you. And I'm sorry. If I could do it over again, this story would end differently. —Lady with the Manual Nissan

PS: I'm not trying to be presumptuous by writing this, but never feel like a burden! Let people help you when you need it! We could all use a little help. Hugs :)

Just had a birthday—quietly, telling no one and being contacted by no one. The price I pay for bad life choices, burned bridges. But you still lift me up, all the time, the only one in my life who congratulates me on accomplishments, shares a drink or conversation, shows up. And I do the same right back! There's no shortage of people around, but only one who sees me for me, and who I hope gets equal joy from time with me. —So Inappropriate

Halifax, thanks for being my home for the past 9 years. You've introduced me to so many things and wonderful people. I have an amazing band that I am so sad to leave but so grateful to have had the pleasure to work with. All my friends who stuck with me through shitty times, through apartments packed to the brim with punks and kitty poops, through shitty bosses bullying us, through hear aches and joblessness; you guys are the reason I stayed so long and you are the reason I will come back. I love you all so damn much. —A manko leaving the nest

It isn't last summer anymore, but that doesn't mean I don't still look for you on my morning and evening commutes. I hope you are able to bike to work again without thinking about Berlin and stitches and Norwegian baked goods. —Girl on bus

I'm glad you didn't think I was weird. "I love your photography and follow you on Instagram!" I said. You were so kind, you chatted with me and I felt special that this Halifamous person was wanting to know more about me. You really are as nice as they say. Thanks! —A Shy Fan

Me: volunteer.
You: doctor(?). I miss saying hello to you every Thursday when you got coffee. I wish I had gotten your name and hope you're doing well. —Redhead in a Red Vest

Thanks so very much to the two young ladies who came to my rescue early last December. I literally could not move without experiencing horrible pain. I was stuck: no cell,pay phones too far away. I was not far from a fast food joint,between two malls,out in the west end of Halifax---and very,very stuck. You came up from behind me,asked me if I was okay---which I obviously wasn't---called a taxi and helped me into it. At the hospital an x-ray showed a tear in my left knee(likely work related). I ended up on crutches for almost two weeks but I survived. I once watched a tv series called ''Angels In America.'' Thanks again to the two angels who saved me in Halifax. —mgp

A big thanks goes out to the awesome woman who took the time to stop and mouth 'I love your sunglasses!' to me while I was sitting in my car outside a certain grocery store. I was having an awful day and your small gesture of kindness was a bright spot! —Thankful Stranger

We waited for what seemed like an eternity in the Boomers line last night and I had every opportunity to try and charm you, but I failed. It's not every night that you find yourself standing next to the perfect mix of sexy-cute. I should have said more, should have tried harder and been more inquisitive, but I didn't want to come on too strong.

But then we ran into each other inside. Weeeellll more like I had a goofy little dance off with your friend (which btw, I think a rematch is in order). You weren't dancing much at that point, but then Straight Outta Compton filled the air and there it was:

The prettiest girl in the room and quite possibly the city - the girl you picture taking home to your parents or sitting in front of a fireplace in some expensive chalet in Switzerland - is also a beast on the dance floor! The hair's flying, the sea foam heels are side stepping - THIS GIRL'S GOT SWAG! I couldn't help just stop and think to myself "Where did this girl come from?!"

Until next time Boomers Blue Dress Bombshell. —Party Shirt Pickle

I want to thank the person who turned in the purple folder left on the number 7 bus on May 19. The folder contained very important and personal information. I was so happy that someone out there was as thoughtful and honest as you were.  I hope something really fantastic happens to you very soon. Thank you so much. —Eternally Greatful