RECENTLY MY husband and I were bicycling on the trail along the Charles River. At a blind curve, a young man came flying by on his bike in my lane. I slammed on my brakes and was thrown over my handlebars.
I am over 70. Two young women — I call them my angels — immediately stopped and came over to me to help me, soothing me through intense pain. They asked if they could say a prayer for me, put their hands on my shoulders, and offered the most beautiful prayer for my healing.
One of the women was a dental hygienist, whom I wish I could thank. I am awaiting surgery on my shoulder and keep thinking about her.