Last January after traveling to a grandson's wedding in Texas, my husband noticed that his wedding ring, engraved with my name and our wedding date, was missing.
The ring had gotten a little loose on his finger and he'd intended to have it tightened. We thought it must have slipped off his finger during our trip, so we called the Texas hotel where we'd stayed, searched our car and everywhere in our home. No ring. We thought it was lost forever.
On May 22, my husband and I returned from a trip. We'd left our car at Globe Airport Parking, and my husband had ordered a car wash and cleaning while it was there. When we picked up the car, I found a note saying "Found wedding ring," pointing to where it was. Sure enough, there was the ring!
There was no name on the note, so we went to the desk to thank the person who'd found the ring and left us the note. The man behind the counter didn't know about the ring but said he'd inquire about it and relay our thanks to whomever had found the ring and kept it safe for us.
My 87-year-old mother recently wanted to go to Panera for dinner. As we were walking across the driving lane of the parking lot at the Galleria in the South Hills, she lost her balance and fell. Immediately, the heart of Pittsburgh fell into place.
One woman, who had been walking to her car, called 911. An off-duty EMT ran over to assess her situation. Two nurses -- one a man, the other a woman -- volunteered to help.
Multiple blankets appeared to keep her warm, and several people stood around her in a circle to alert traffic in the parking lot. Even then, a stream of people stopped to offer any help they could.
My mother was taken to the hospital by two terrific paramedics and had surgery for a broken hip. She is progressing remarkably well. She and her entire family are eternally grateful to all of the people who helped.
Upper St. Clair
I am driven to write this letter because of what happened recently while exiting the Pennsylvania Turnpike at Allegheny Valley.
When I handed the ticket taker my ticket and fare, she said, "I will take your ticket, but not your money, because you are a Korean War veteran!"
I asked how she knew that, and she replied, "Because I saw the front license plate on your vehicle."
She said her father was a Korean War veteran, now deceased, and she tries to give back something in his honor, so each day on her shift, she picks up the tab for a Korean War veteran. How wonderful is that?
My parents live near the West View Plaza shopping center, where an angel by the name of Diane works at Giant Eagle.
The Saturday before Memorial Day, my father, who is 66 and has early-onset dementia, wandered from his home.
At 5:30 a.m., my mom was trying to find him. Diane was on her way to work at that time, spotted my dad lying on the side of the road and heard my mom hollering for him.
He had had a heart attack, and Diane called 911 to get help. There was no way my mom could have handled the situation and gotten him the help he needed without Diane. He spent a week in the hospital and is now doing OK at home.
I just wanted to say a heartfelt thank-you to Diane.
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