It was a Monday night in December 2001 and I was desperately unhappy. Two months earlier I had emigrated to
Everywhere I was told I shouldn't use English terms such as lift, boot or biscuit. I was in
I left work on the Monday evening in tears. Enough was enough; I was going home. Having packed my bags, I decided to make the best of my last night, and went to volunteer at the local branch of St. John Ambulance. That evening I was paired with someone I didn't know -- a young man named Larry. We had to practice turning someone on their side. I hadn't seen the Canadian method so I turned the casualty the English way. Larry, experienced in first aid, watched me and I expected comments about English ways. I couldn't bear that, so before he could start I said, "I'm sorry, it's the only way I know." He paused for a moment, looked at me and said, "You know, what you did works. It's just as good as the Canadian method and achieves exactly the same result. You must do it the way you feel comfortable with. Although you'll need to learn the Canadian procedure for exams, in a real situation what you've been taught is just as effective, so don't worry. Do what you know."
In less than 30 seconds, Larry made me feel like a human being whose feelings matter. Unlike others, he didn't make me feel like an ignorant foreigner who was there to be made fun of. I was stunned. Then he smiled at me and said, "It's OK," and suddenly it was.
I went home and unpacked my bags. I decided that where there was one kind and caring person, there must be others. I would find them and be like them. It took that one person to give me hope. One person to give me back my faith in myself and just one person who showed kindness and compassion to bring sunshine back into my life