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My grandfather was a guy who by all accounts, led a life of compassion, random acts of kindness and hard work. As a kid, he was homeless, yet managed to put himself through medical school, eventually becoming a doctor. If he saw someone with inadequate shoes, he bought them a new pair. He was always giving people stuff. But especially shoes. A holdover from his early winters spent freezing on the Canadian Prairies with hole-ridden leather boots. When WWII ended, he gave his Mk2 helmet to his neighbour in Vancouver, a little kid from Germany named Harold. The boy and his parents kept in touch with my grandparents throughout the years, eventually losing touch in the early 60’s when the family moved back to Europe. In 2018, I was contacted by a guy living in the Black Forest in Germany. He said he had something valuable to give me. Something that belonged to me. It so happened I was heading to Berlin on a press tour for Deadpool 2. If he was willing to drive seven hours to Berlin, I could definitely find time to meet him for coffee. His name was Harold and he was in his late seventies. He wanted to return my grandpa’s helmet. He wanted nothing in exchange. He gave me another thing from my grandpa; a totally random, awesome and unexpected act of kindness. I never got to meet my grandfather because he died well before I was spat out into the world. I did get to meet Harold though. #CanadaRemembers #RememberanceDay 🇨🇦