As many people do over the Memorial Day weekend, my mother and uncle visit our family's cemetery plot in order to pay their respects and decorate the grave sites with flowers and flags.
If you are familiar with Calvary Cemetery, it is hilly and quite expansive. This year, as my uncle trekked over a hill to get water, my mom unloaded a trash bag filled with gardening tools. As she took out the last tool, a gust of wind blew the bag away from her.
The last thing that my mother wanted was to have that bag litter another person's grave site, so she took off after it. Every time that she got close to the bag, another gust of wind would come and blow it farther away.
Now my 80-year-old mom, while spry and with it, has absolutely no sense of direction. Soon she found herself hopelessly lost in the cemetery without her cell phone and with no way of contacting my uncle.
After my mother spent an hour aimlessly searching for the family plot and her brother, a woman drove by and stopped. She sensed my mom's growing panic and invited her into her car and drove her around looking for the family plot, which my uncle was afraid to leave in case she returned.
Finally, using the woman's cell phone, they were able to contact my uncle and they were reunited at the entrance to Calvary. As so often happens, my mom didn't think to get her name, so if you read this, thank you, good Samaritan, and please know that you made our family extra thankful this Memorial Day!
She tumbled close to home and wonders who saved her
August 2012 was a lovely month, and I was to spend a weekend at a friend's mobile home in Leeper, Clarion County. But as I waited with my overnight bag ready, the friend phoned to tell me we weren't going.
I was disappointed, but a flea market nearby seemed like a good alternative. I could walk there. I went out the door, down my front walk and over the curb before I fell backward and out!
My house is on a steep hill, and cars fly up and down the street. A lady stopped her car to help, when she was "about to run over me," as she told a neighbor. I ended up in the hospital with head trauma and requiring rehab.
Who was the kind lady who stopped and saved my life? I've inquired for months without an answer, and I wish I could reward and thank her. I truly believe she is an angel.
Arts fest vendor went out of way to carry a stranger's heavy boxes
It was a Saturday, a beautiful day, and we were part of the team working on the Point Made Celebration that began in Homestead and concluded at Point Park to commemorate completion of the riverfront trail.
Driving from the first event to the second, we encountered the traffic of the Three Rivers Arts Festival before we finally were able to park at the Gateway 4 garage.
We had several boxes to take to our booth next to the stage at Point State Park. We had just two small hand carts and time was flying by. As we hurried down the steps of Gateway 4, my cart broke down.
As I struggled to figure out how to fix it, a vendor selling frosty drinks ran over to help. When it was obvious that there was no fixing it, this very kind man offered to carry the heavily laden box to the park. When we demurred, he insisted -- and in such a nice way.
In the rush, we didn't get his name. He mentioned he was from Jamaica. We regret we didn't get a chance to properly thank him for leaving his stand and so cheerfully helping us. It was a great day for the Great Allegheny Passage, and this man's warm generosity made it even better for us.
Has someone done you right? Send your Random Act of Kindness to firstname.lastname@example.org, or write to Portfolio, Post-Gazette, 34 Blvd. of the Allies, Pittsburgh, PA 15222. First Published June 20, 2013 4:00 AM