I don’t know what is important in today’s world as far as we exist, but there are angels among us.
My hero is almost 75 years old who got the pleasure of visiting Vietnam in the ’60s.
Well, this visit caused him to be a host to Parkinson’s disease. None of this is important, but we were blessed to meet a true angel at the performance of The Charlie Daniel’s Band on Oct. 9 at the Cumming Fairgrounds.
My Jerry enjoyed the performance and when it was time to leave, his silly legs did not want to cooperate. As I struggled to assist him, a young man with a military haircut stepped forward and asked if he could help me. He lifted Jerry out of his sitting position and said he would help, and if necessary, mow a path for him to the car.
We laughed as we knew this was not necessary, but he helped me get my husband down the stairs and even offered to assist us to the car, which I declined.
As we drove to our little home, my husband asked me “who was that nice man?”
I told him, must be a soldier. He smiled and said, no. Just an angel.
All I can say is God bless America and our heroes, those we see and those who smile and stay in the background.
We were blessed on Oct. 9 to meet an angel.
Whoever this young man’s mama is, she should be proud. I know Jerry and I are proud of him.