1969, Grade 8, my best friend asked if I wanted to come help his family do janitorial work. Heck yes, of course, get paid to spend the night with my best buddy.
Well the reason the family did janitorial work was because Terrys brother was mentally retarded. His Dad worked all day. His Mom helped at the "Winifred Stewart School for Mentally Retarded Children" no political correctness in the 1960s, this is what it was.
I learned 2 things that night. First I was going to get a good education. Second I was going to fight to make sure Canadas Universal Health Care grew and prospered so NO family would suffer that burden again.
I see kids like the girl in the video and I smile. It takes a lifetime to make a difference. I am glad to see a new generation of politicians, young adults, students, Gretas making an impact. They renew my faith in humanity.