So today something really cool happened. 
I was at work just doing my thing, when someone from my old highschool in Qualicum walked in.
Now, I recognized him right away, but I wasn't sure if he knew me. 
We chatted for a bit, the way I normally do with strangers, when he looked at me and said "Molly... right? You went to school with me way back".
Now, not only did I remember this kid as one of those boys who got up to "no good" with the majority of my female friends, and would rather get stoned than ever go to class, I also remembered him as someone else. In grade nine, he broke his leg and shared a hospital room with my dying mother. 
I mentioned this to him (I left out the part about her no longer being with us) and suffice it to say he thought it was a fairly odd thing for me to recall. He then proceeded to hold up a giant bible he had been carrying and told me that he was on his way to church. We spent a few more minutes talking about my impending trip to Winnipeg/Training College, and he gave me his card. 
(He's some big Christian musician now.)
I just thought I'd document this story, because I love when I see such shining examples of Jesus giving true hope to those who lack.