‘There for all of us’

Dear Editor:

When I was younger I worked for Canada Post. Dave and I were doing a round – him mail and me flyers. I was going from downtown out to the golf course. I smelled rotten eggs.

Dave was coming down St. Andrew heading back. I told him; Dave took care of it and said it was a propane leak.

You know “posties” are as much security as our beloved police and taxi guys and construction workers – all with keeping an eye on our kiddies.

When we had the fire in one of my building’s units Larry the fireman climbed our tiny attic stairs to check and see if our daughter I mentioned earlier was alright and out. I’ll never forget these men I see every day doing their bit, with impossible stress, of being there for all of us.

Dori Steele,
Fergus