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The following is a post that a friend of mine put on facebook after an experience he had today. He is truly a wonderful person. I have known him for 8 years and I have no doubt that he is the type of person to do this. I feel truly blessed to be able to count him as a friend.

Whats really sad is the people he describes in his post. People who did not stop for one second to think how the gentleman in this situation felt, and who made him feel bad for slowing down their go-go-go life. If more people took time to show kindness like my friend did, the world would be a much better place. Most people would not take the time out of their day like he did, to stop and help someone in need and to be honest, no one would be expected to. But whats especially disgusting is that people were going out of their way to yell, swear, and honk and someone in an already difficult situation. Absolutely awful and I really hope that by reading the following post, and a few of the comments that were made on it by his friends, that some of you will remember this if you run across this situation in the future.

The Post:

Today I witnessed something terrible… I was driving down a road in Oakville and I get in the outside of two turning lanes, making a left turn. Immediately after completing the turn I was stopped because there was a van that had shut down… with it’s four-ways on and a gentleman was on the side of the road trying to make a phone call. I was able to make my way around and could hear car horns and drivers swearing. I pulled into a nearby lot and walked back to ask the very stressed out gentleman if he was okay.
In the short time I stood there there were countless car horns polluting the air. I stared at a car seat and a toy hanging in the backseat until the gentleman got off the phone with CAA, he looked like he was about to cry and cringed with every horn. So I offered to help him push his car to that nearby lot. Even while we were pushing the vehicle there were endless horns and people going out of their way to roll down their windows and swear at us for holding up traffic. I reassured the gentleman and told him not to listen to them. We were almost there. It didn’t take us long and he was so incredibly thankful that he gave me a very sweaty hug, again looking like he was going to cry. I bought him a bottle of water at the gas station asked if he was okay and then continued on my way home.
I hated people a bit today. To see someone in such desperate need of help and obviously in a situation out of his control. To yell, swear and blow up your horns at him. It was awful. If they imagined themselves in his situation for even a few seconds I hope that they would have reconsidered what they did today. I hope that I never become one of those people I witnessed today. That man was stranded for about 25 minutes before I came and I am unsure as to how long he would have waited for CAA. But those people today couldn’t have been more than 4 or 5 minutes late to wherever they were going.
Before reacting to a similar situation. Please take a few seconds to imagine yourself in that person’s shoes. It really does change everything.
Keep your clouds white and your skies bright today everyone. We’re all pretty lucky.
Responding comments:
  • The patience, kindness and genuine concern for the well-being and sanity of others is exactly why you’re such a valued member of our orchard. Never lose sight of just how much impact you have in the lives of others by simply being you and treating others as you’d like to be treated.
  •  You are truly an amazing person, D. Thank you for sharing this story, it’s an excellent reminder to keep things in perspective and look out for our fellow human beings, regardless of whether it means stopping to help or simply holding back the urge to honk that horn. Beautiful.
  • If you had your faith in the kindness of humans questioned today from this situation, then think of how the faith in humans was probably reassured within the man that you helped BECAUSE you helped him. He had countless people sending negative energy his way, and all it took was one kind human being (you!!) and I bet from this experience what he remembers is how wonderful humans can be. So good on your for being that bit of positive energy needed to make the negative not matter! Hope you are having a lovely evening 🙂 xoxo
  • And from my friend, the original poster:
    It isn’t about doing what I did today. But more just not doing what they did. They went out of their way to hurt an already pained man. The last few weeks have been terrible for me. I was under a lot of stress and pressure and I felt awful. I’m lucky enough to have great shoulders to lean and cry on. As dark as those days were I’m feeling a lot better now and I can feel myself getting better. This blazing blue sky and dream-like clouds remind me of today and this feeling and not feeling of last week. Just a reminder of the other side of dark clouds. To bright days and brighter. By all means, share the experience.

Ten Things That Are Better About Canada


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Tomorrow is Canada’s birthday! In the spirit of that, I googled “Canada is better” and this is the funny list I found …

Ten Things That Are Better About Canada

10. Our national bird is tastier than yours.

9.  We know the secret to feeling rich — turn all your currency into gold-coloured coins!

8.  Our national flag is a leaf and two bars — something you can find in any town we have, too.

7.  We have more trees than we have McDonalds. And more hockey rinks than Wal-Marts. And more donuts than cops.

6.  Our annual military budget is approximately the same price as Jenna Bush’s wedding.

5.  One end of us looks to Europe, the other end to the Pacific Rim. And if you go to the middle of our country, you can get both pyrogies AND sushi at the food court!

4.  Our movies have more subtitles and boobies — AND the government pays you to make them!

3.  We have a monarch, which is kind of like when your parents go away and leave your Grandma in charge.

2.  If you make fun of us, we make you a citizen. And give you a job at the CBC.

1. If we had a woman and a black man running for office, we’d all vote for the gay Guatemalan-Scottish-First Nations-Tibetan monk performance artist with the limp.

Thoughts on … Jersey Shore


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Well Germany just lost to Italy. So I’ll console myself by watching some retarded Italians get drunk and hump like rabbits… otherwise known as JERSEY SHORE!

I’ll admit, I am a Jerzday fanatic. Every thursday Jerzday I rushed home after my 9 p.m. shift to catch their shenanigans and just wonder how people could possibly end up being as stupid, reckless, and immature as these meatheads and meatballheads. Like seriously … what did their parents put in their food? Are all New Jersey/New York Italians like this?????? Also .. why are they all so SHORT? I have to wonder how they aren’t so embarassed that their parents are watching them … and how their parents don’t disown them!!! Some of the comments these girls make just blow my mind. “The water’s all whale sperm, thats why the water’s salty“. D’OH! Smack my head … against a brick wall … thirty times.

Honestly, it just blows my mind that people can act like this and think it’s OK, and want the world to see it! This isn’t limited to Jersey Shore … Geordie Shore is even worse (and harder to understand what they are saying), and then theres show’s like the Real World, Paradise Island (remember that?) and even the Bachelor and Bachelorette which all promote drinking and hooking up with multiple random strangers, essentially. Maybe I’m a bit of a prude, maybe I just was raised with good morals and actually stuck with them, but I just cannot imagine living my life like that. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve had the occasional black out night, and make out with a stranger in a night club. But I have never and will never brough back a random man to my home, or gone back to theirs. Helllllllo ladies it’s called respecting yourselves. That kind of lifestyle isn’t for me.

This picture would be even better if the book was upside down.

That turned more into a rant against idiots and slutty girls … oh well.

Germany vs. Italy — Euro 2012


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I have never been a big soccer fan. Basketball? Yes please! Hockey? Well, IamCanadian! Baseball? Nothing beats it in the summer. But when it comes to professional sports, soccer (football) was one that never really made a big impact on me. However, being a big sports fan in general … I just can’t stay away from a professional sports tournament!

I played the requisite houseleague when I was younger. Being so tall, my co-ordination (and speed) weren’t the greatest so I was kind of just there … not the worst, but not close to being the best. I went to a Catholic high school, where Italians were the majority of the student body. I’ll never forget the World Cup in 2002, Italian soccer game on the TV in the cafeteria, and all the Italians going insane. Thus began my dislike of Italian soccer.

My heritage is German. Both my parents were born there, and even though I have never been, I identify secondarily as a German firstly Canadian, of course). With my 6’2″ frame, blond hair, and blue eyes … I definitely look like a German as well. (Fun fact: I often get mistaken for Dutch … the fact that half my friends are Dutch and over 6′ tall doesn’t help).

Anyways, tomorrow comes Germany vs. Italy for Euro 2012. My most unliked team against my team! The biggest game of the tournament to me!!! Sending LOTS of luck towards the (extremely sexy) German players!! Can’t wait to watch tomorrow 🙂

(P.S. I have nothing against anything else Italian! Especially pizza. Just not soccer)

EDIT: DOH! Well, Balotelli = unstoppable. Hope Spain can stop him on Sunday. COME ON SPAIN!!!! Bis zum nachsten Mal Deutschland! World Cup 2014


As I sit here at my desk, eating pickles straight out of the jar, I decided Hey! Why not start a blog! This isn’t my first wordpress blog. I have another one about food, called On that blog I write about recipes I find and try, as someone new to the cooking world who is prone to making errors. However, with summer here I don’t want to make big elaborate meals (nor do I have the time … hence why I’m eating pickles) but I’d still like to try my hand at blogging!

I don’t really know what I expect to do with this blog. Hopefully just come on here to wrote about whatever pops up on my mind, whether it’s funny, happy, sad, angering, or just plain wierd! I’m by no means an eloquent writer (although I’m pretty impressed with myself for using the word ‘eloquent’ in a sentence) but I’ll try my darndest!

Oh, and pickles really don’t have to do with anything. I just like them. Nom.