"She raised me on her own, ran with me through The Blitz in her arms to the hospital when I was a baby, as there was no ambulances available at the time. She has always put others first before herself, I remember later on when I would come home from school she put my meal on the table, I asked her if she was joining me. She answered, ‘I ate earlier.’ I later found out it was a lie as there was not enough to go around. We had a woman come around the flats where we lived, begging in the winter, my mum gave her one of her coats to keep warm. [She] would also drop coins in the hats of a few homeless around the city when we would go shopping. Things are no different now. She does a lot of volunteer work with various groups. [...] My mum is the young age of 91, a member of the Legion where she also does volunteer work, plus she is always out there with her stroller and her poppies on poppy day. All around a great person. Always thinks the best of everyone, never a bad word.” --Frank K.
“As an immigrant to this country, she gave up everything in her country to start here where she had never known cold or prejudice. She quietly suffered and never tried to get back at people. She gave up working on her degree to raise a family and never looked back. She is now 88 years old and tells me of what I have accomplished. Yet, she never told me what she endured to teach me the values that got me to this point.” --Eduardo M.
“Her hustle got me into good schools and big stages. She worked, cooked, and cleaned all by herself. She honestly handled the whole house on her own and still would manage to find time to make me and my sister special. Hardest worker and nicest person I have ever seen.” --Mahip S.