To the editor:
Several days ago, I fell with my groceries onto the sidewalk about a block from home. As I was reaching out over the concrete to retrieve a lens which had escaped from my glasses, I heard two cars pull up to the curb.
My assumption that they had returned home was wrong. They had stopped to offer help.
I sensed, thankfully, that my limbs felt well and in working order. However, I appreciated the gentle help in getting me up onto my feet. A lady walked me the remaining block home, while a gentleman followed with my groceries.
Instead of leaving me at my apartment door, they brought me in, and the lady immediately proceeded to transfer my frozen purchases to my freezer, where she spotted ice, which she transformed into an ice pack for my profusely bleeding and swollen face before she left.
The gentleman contacted my optician by telephone to enquire about the possibility of an immediate repair of my glasses. Upon confirmation of a possible and prompt repair job, he took my glasses all the way to Orchard Park, waited for repairs, returned them home to me, and then did not leave until he assured himself that I was not in need of further medical attention.
He left his name and phone number as a resource for help if further circumstances required it.
I wish to thank Paul PreFontaine and the others involved whose names I do not know, and add that I regard them as angels sent from God to meet my need.
The God of the first Christmas is still evident today.