Actions speak volumes
On Dec. 26, I stepped out of my truck and slipped and fell on the ice in the Dunham Plaza parking lot, in front of JoAnn Fabrics. By looking at the angle of my foot, I knew immediately that it was broken, so I yelled out for help.
Within seconds I was surrounded by the most caring, loving people God could have put there.
The first person on the scene was a nurse — is that God or what! She knew to remove my boot before my foot swelled too much. Another person called for an ambulance; another lifted me up while someone else put cardboard under me so I didn’t get too cold; another person put my hood up and draped a blanket around me; another woman gave me her gloves; another kept giving me words of comfort. Numerous people in cars kept stopping to see if they could help in some way.
I cannot tell you how much all of them meant to me that day, but I still cry when I think about how caring they all were to me — a perfect stranger.
Since I don’t know who they are, I can’t thank them in person, but I had to thank them somehow which is why I am writing this letter in the paper.
I thank them!
May God richly bless their lives for what they did to help me.
Cindi Flasco Whiteman