I left my apartment on Jun. 10, heading to South St. to watch the Fireman’s Parade. I had made it to Stanley-Deming Park when I began to feel faint and sweat began to pour from my body. I sat on a bench, hoping it would pass, when a lady passed by and asked if I was OK. When I answered no, she asked if I had water and again I answered no and she walked away. I wondered why she even asked if she was not going to help me. Little did I know she was from the Ambulance Corps. Within minutes, she was back with help and an ambulance.
The God that I love and trust sent an Angel to watch over me. I don’t even know her name. Thank you, God, for watching over me. Thank you for my Angel and the ambulance crew that took care of me.
LENA L. LOGAN