For as long as I can remember, I’ve felt a responsibility to give back.
Even as a child, that instinct was there. My wonderful and caring mother was a zone leader with the Salvation Army, and I would go door to door with her asking for donations. I loved it. I remember one gentleman who gave $100 every year—which felt like a fortune at the time. His generosity stayed with me – showing me what was possible with a caring heart.
I’ve always had a lot of time to think. I began to reflect early on what I wanted my life—and eventually my legacy—to look like. I’ve always felt a deep, personal connection to Jesus Christ. There was a warmth there, something guiding me. And I knew I wanted my life to reflect His love and compassion for the world.
I first started doing volunteer work with Scott Mission in 1978 when I was just 18 years old, and in two years it will be 50 years of working alongside them. I don’t even remember exactly how I found the Mission—maybe it was the Good Samaritan logo that drew me into a lifetime of caring about their work in the City of Toronto.
