I went to bed on June 15th feeling horrified and ashamed of the events that had befallen my city. I had been downtown when the riots broke out, and my friends and I chose to make a quick beeline for the SeaBus and watch the events of the riot unfurl from the safety of the evening news, rather than stay downtown and get in the way.
I woke the next morning still feeling terrible, so I grabbed a broom and garbage bags and met some friends downtown to help with the cleanup. We got there at 9 am, and so many people had already been working for hours to repair our beautiful city. Decked out in Canucks gear and great attitudes, the volunteers were everywhere.
All the major cleanup had already been done by these amazing volunteers, so we spent the day sweeping, picking up glass, and removing litter from the streets. I really feel the need to emphasize what a positive experience this was. Vancouver was full of hundreds of people who devoted their day to being part of a solution to a problem that they had nothing to do with in the first place…