“I first saw Terry Fox running west on Dundas Street in downtown London. It was an incredibly hot humid day. The streets were packed. The excitement palpable.
“Here he comes, I can see him!”
I was transfixed. Clumping along in that awkward, never to be forgotten lope of his. Tears rushed to my eyes – his determined smile masking the pain that must have accompanied his every step. Monies in every form we’re rushed forward to fill the proffered bags held by Terry’s running compatriots collecting for the fight against cancer – on the Marathon of Hope.
Then suddenly as the runners moved on, Terry disappeared from sight – He was gone – never to be forgotten.
My lasting impression – Bob McCaig, Cancer Survivor, St Thomas, Ontario