I want to thank some people, really thank them, and don’t know their names or really even where they live. On Jan. 5, I was doing my morning walk, going along Wishart Road and a gentleman coming up behind me got my attention, so I stopped.
He caught up and said that they have been trying to catch me over Christmas, and handed me an envelope with a card in it. He thanked me for cleaning up the neighborhood, and I thanked him very much. I asked him where he lived and he pointed over to a street called Webb Place and said they lived down there.
When we parted, he said that there was a little something in there, the card, for me. When I got home and opened the card, there was far more than a little something There was a considerable amount of money in the card. I have been doing this morning walk for more than 20 years, picking up the litter on my way, and have had many many people stop and thank me. But this was quite extraordinary, and I want to thank this family very, very much.
When I walk in this area now, I keep my eye open for this fellow, but haven’t seen him again. Age and health are catching up to me so I don’t do this walk near as often now so my chances are getting slimmer. Now I just hope that they get this paper.
Lyall Eriksen
Colwood
