I went to Subway on St. James Street with a friend. When I got up to get some water, my walker skidded away from me, and I fell on the floor and couldn’t get up.
A father and son came into Subway. The passed in front of me and ordered a sub. After paying for their sub, they came to me and asked if they could help me get up.
The first try didn’t work. On the second try, they had me standing right up. I asked them if I could buy their supper, but they refused. I said I wanted to do something for them. The father said all he wanted was for me to keep smiling.
They truly were my guardian angels.
Thank you so much to them and everyone who has helped someone who has fallen. We need more angels like this on Earth.
— Mary T. Capri