Blessed are those who help a total stranger in distress despite getting wet while doing so.
The conditions of being elderly and on oxygen, taken together, generate a tolerable level of frustration. But this level increases exponentially when one is caught in a 50-mile-an-hour wind while pushing a shopping cart; can hardly breathe because the canula from his portable oxygen tank has been blown from his nose; can't steer the cart because of the wind; and sees several items fly from his cart and go tumbling away in the parking lot, This happened to me, unexpectedly, last Saturday (June 17) as I was leaving Sam's Club.
Fortunately, a pleasant and caring couple held my cart as several other people retrieved my errant items. The couple then escorted me back into the store, helped me get my oxygen back on, and insisted I bring my car to the door and they would load it. While walking to my car the torrential rains hit, drenching me before I could enter it. As I drove to the door, the couple directed me to the side of the store where a sheltered area exists. But for them to get there meant they, too, had to endure the rain.
Saying "Thank you and God bless you" at that time didn't satisfy the gratefulness I felt. Consequently, I felt compelled to take the time to write this letter to share this story with Pantagraph readers. And hopefully that kind, wonderful and caring couple will see this and their actions will serve as a catalyst for others.