As I’ve mentioned, Toronto Cat Rescue is a network of foster homes. We rarely, if ever, meet each other. Our contact is mostly electronic and I am Facebook friends (outside of the Foster Parents Page) with some of them.
One of the fosters I’m Facebook friends with, but had never met, posted about getting her bike stolen on Sunday. Broad daylight. In a busy, central area of downtown Toronto. She uses her bike every day! My first thought was, What a shitty thing. My second thought was I have a bike that’s been sitting downstairs gathering dust because I’m too afraid to ride in the suburbs. So I offered her the bike. “Really??” I told her I’d rather see it being used than gathering more dust. I said come and see it, no obligation, and I sent her a photo.
She came to see it and she was THRILLED! Really, really happy. Someone else stepped up and offered to do a tune up for her, but someone else told her about a “bike garage” where they’ll help you do the work yourself. She’s going to go there. THIS is the best part of the internet.
I am so happy that upon hearing about something so shitty, instead of just saying, “oh, that’s shitty” I could actually DO something and make it better. That’s no little thing these days.
In an enormous coincidence, she’s the previous foster of the giant, grey Pharaoh! She feels terrible that he was returned. She wasn’t sure the family was a good fit but the mother was really crazy about him. 😦 They had a nice visit and I think he remembered her. He hid when he heard her come in but when we went in the foster room and he heard her voice, he came right out. They had a good cuddle and he wouldn’t stop purring.