I first met Roy when we were coming home on the shuttle on a Saturday night from Sea Star. Someone thought Roy should have a night out and paid his way. The next day, he pointed out to me that we were on the same bus the previous night. When he was done his shift, he sat down and had a chat. I noticed the peanut man and said I would like to try those, but didn't have cash with me. Roy offered to buy me some and I thought that was so kind, and so different from many of the people I had met. After that day we had many conversations. I learned he had a wife and a young daughter at that time. I told him I liked his cooking and if I won the big lottery, I was going to bring him to my town and he could open a Jamaican restaurant. One day my daughter and her friend were not feeling well and Roy made them some ginger tea. They really felt better after that. My next visit with my sister, I stopped by with some goodies for Roy to take home to his daughter. This winter I also made a point to stop by and say hello to Roy once again, and I'm glad I did. He was a kind hearted, hard working man. Gone much to soon.