Upon returning to my car parked in front of the Walmart on Washington Pike on the afternoon of Nov. 7, I was most surprised to find a Hallmark card tucked under my windshield wiper.
The handwritten note inside expressed good wishes to the recipient. It was signed simply "Anonymous."
Up to that point my day had not been going well. Worries about an intractable career problem were at the front of my mind. Moreover, this location was not my intended destination; I was there only in an attempt to get my bearings in an unfamiliar part of the city where the street numbering system did not appear fully logical.
This lovely card and the kind gesture it represented completely turned my spirit around. It caused my personal stress to melt away immediately and allowed me to see a glimpse of the boundless love that surrounds us in the universe, even when we are unaware.
I wish to profoundly thank the very thoughtful and warmhearted stranger who gave me a card that day. It arrived at the perfect moment. Thank you.
Angels came via pickup trucks when her tire blew on highway
Last month I was driving from my son's home in Erie back to my apartment in Bethel Park.
On I-79 just before the Cranberry exit, my left rear tire exploded, a frightening experience. I lost control of the car, it spun around and I was facing traffic coming in my direction.
Two men in pickup trucks stopped, asked if I was OK, took the wheel off, put the little donut tire on, slowed traffic and turned my car around so I could get back on the road.
That's not the best part. One of the drivers and his wife followed me all the way to my Heidelberg exit. I could not go over 35 mph, and they were afraid cars speeding along would hit my slow little Honda Civic.
The only thing they told me about themselves was that they lived in the North Hills (which shows they went quite a bit out of their way). I cannot thank them enough.
Driving slowly while looking in my rear view mirror at that large pickup's blinking lights, I knew God sent angels to watch over me that day. I hope my angels read this.
Nancy's goodness took care of the sting of a lost diamond ring
At the end of the August I was enjoying a day on Conneaut Lake with my sisters and niece when, lo and behold, I was stung by a bee (or something) on my left ring finger. Wow -- did that hurt!
The reaction from me and my sister was hysterical, to say the least -- me jumping and yelping while she tried to help by scraping my finger with a credit card. I immediately took off my diamond and wedding ring for fear of swelling and stuck them in the side pocket of my wallet and tossed it in my purse.
Hours later, back home in Pittsburgh, I needed to go to the Giant Eagle. I grabbed my wallet from my purse and headed out the door. Later that evening, I realized I had forgotten to put my rings back on. Knowing where I had put them that afternoon, I went to my wallet, but they weren't there -- my band was in my purse, but no diamond. I immediately panicked.
I called the Giant Eagle in Virginia Manor and asked if anyone had found a heart-shaped diamond ring. A young guy said yes, it was there at the office along with the phone number of the woman who found it. I could not believe it!
I was so happy, especially because my husband and I were celebrating our 20th anniversary the following week. I called my "angel," Nancy C., to express my thanks -- what a lovely lady! She informed me that she had found it outside the store on the ground and gave it to the fellow at the office, who thought it wasn't real. She told him differently -- thank goodness!
I am so grateful that lovely Nancy happened to be at the right place at the right time. She helped make our anniversary even more special.
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