Calgary Shawarma. I don’t know his name, but my grandfather was sick and I was stuck at work (working on a phone line repair at the auto shop next door.) Dead of winter, miserable cold. Then my mom calls: Grandpa died. Shawarma guy overheard this, I’m sitting in my van crying. Knock on my window. Guy hands me a Shawarma. “Boss, you should come in to my shop, have some food, get warm. No charge.” He sat and listened to my grandpa stories until I had it together and could go back to finish my job.

Seriously, total stranger, and he was there for me on one of my worst days, and I’ll never forget.