Heavy snow fell as Norman Stewart and his two sons made their usual Saturday morning trek to the hockey rink near their Toronto home.
The family didn't own a car at the time. Some weeks, they couldn't afford bus fare, either.
Stewart doesn't remember whether the bus was late or canceled because of the snowstorm that particular day, just that they started the 2-mile walk to practice on foot, hockey gear in tow.
Along the way, a car pulled beside them. The man told them to hop in and he'd drive them wherever they needed.
"In the hockey circles, you get exposed to some genuine people," Stewart said. "That Saturday morning, he became a Good Samaritan to the family."
Chris Stewart was a young kid back then, barely old enough to remember every detail of his family's struggle, but he always knew that hockey conquered hardship.
Raised in a tough section of Toronto, Stewart's family lost its home and for two years lived in a seedy motel frequented by drug addicts and prostitutes. The motel doubled as a government shelter for families in need.
Stewart, his parents, older brother Anthony and five younger sisters crammed into several tiny rooms. The two boys and three of their sisters shared one room.