Sister Strong was my grade 6 teacher, she was both a kind and truly wonderful human being. It was a year of challenges, Holy cross school closed that year and we all moved to St John Bosco. I had some difficulty at home with my mother not being well and in and out of hospitals, and I had trouble living with my father. Sister Strong used to catch me walk home from school and offer me a lift. During those rides home she got me to open up and talk about 'stuff'. Her Kidness towards me turned what would have been a dreadful school year to a very succesful one. I was motivated to work hard and do my best, rather than just be complacent and try to pass, I thrived to try to do well. She was wonderfully funny and made us all laugh every single day. Her humour and her heart were enourmous. I remember during the final days of the school year, she and I were alone in the gym after a fitness session. the rest of the class moved on, and I took advantage and said 'thank you for not giving up on me...thank you for believing in me'. the look in eyes said a lot. She started to tell me that I didn't have to thank her, but I quickly intereupted and said YES! yes I did. It was a scary time for a mere 11 year old, who had so much on his plate. She made that time a little less scary and a lot less lonlier. Thank you again Sister. I'm a grown man now that is far removed from that eleven year old, with different beliefs and a different outlook...but your kidness always stayed with me.