God sent angels to me. I am a senior citizen and had walked out the door, probably humming a tune as I like to do. No cares. Then I heard someone scream. It was me.

Oh, it rained, and now we had ice. I didn't notice. Now I was on my back, and I knew I couldn't get up because of knee replacement years ago.

My angels (disguised as two men) arrived and talked to me. They wanted to help me up. I said, 'Oh, but you can't." "Why?" was the question from one of them. "Because I'm too heavy," I replied. No problem — they got a good grip, and up I stood.

Next arrived the angel who was an EMT. He asked me professional questions, and I passed. Amazingly, I have no bruises or broken bones — just a few aches.

I want to publicly thank these great guys. They didn't have to help me, but they did. I don't know them or their names. They and God know who they are. We must remember angels and good Samaritans are everywhere. Praise God.

As to the vote: "Red and yellow, black and white, all are precious in his sight. Jesus loves the little children of the world." If we remember this little song, how much love and acceptance will flow through Worthington as the world watches.