January 26, 1998
The story this week comes to us from Toronto, Ontario. The author, Mary Bailey, has been involved with the Independent Studies Program at Frontier College.
Cleo and I were going to Frontier College to get Richard's and my Graduation Certifications. On the way Cleo and I got lost. Cleo is my dog. She is black, beige, and white. She also has floppy ears as she is a terrier chihuahua. My name is Mary. My hair is light brown, I have blue eyes and my height is five feet and one half inch. I got lost and walked for miles. I even asked the police where Frontier College was. Nobody knew I nearly gave up. I was tired of walking and crying but God was with me. I saw a lady who was carrying shopping bags. I thought to myself, she looks as if she lives around here. So I asked her if she knew where Frontier College was. She said "My child you would have to walk around to Yonge and Jackes," when we got there poor Cleo was sick. It also was 8 o'clock so I didn't have much to eat as the sun made me feel sick.
[This story was taken with permission, from Reflections from Inside, a collection of writings by adult learners at Frontier College, p. 27.]