Story Untold: “Kindness Is Out There”

When you bike across Canada, you come to learn the community of cyclists out there in any given year is pretty small.

I heard about a cyclist, Eileen, that was always either a few days ahead of me or a few days behind. I first heard about her from a host family in Sault Ste. Marie — they told me about a woman who had donated her kidney to her mother and was cycling across the country a year later. “Maybe you’ll catch up to her,” they told me.

Fast forward two weeks, and I heard about her again in Ottawa — a family friend working at CTV had just come back from interviewing her. He put us in touch, and just like that, the race was on — we’d text each other, joking about who was going to make it to the finish line first. By the time we got to Antigonish, Nova Scotia, our paths finally crossed.