My friend, Barb, is likely on her way to Mexico this morning with her husband. I'm sure she felt very blessed to be getting on the plane.
Earlier this week, a drunk driver hit her while she was driving to work on the Kennedy. He was alledgedly doing about one-hundred miles an hour. His car burst into flames. He got out, ran and was later captured. Barb tells me a Good Samaritan helped her out of her car before it caught fire.
A Good Samaritan. Imagine that. Have fun in Mexico, Barb.
The Tribune is reporting about another Good Samaritan this morning.
Dan Coyne, a social worker for the Chicago Public Schools, is donating one of his kidneys to his favorite supermarket cashier, Myra de la Vega. They met at the store. She told him about her renal failure and the eight-hours a day of dialysis she undergoes after her shifts at a Jewel in Evanston. Coyne decided to help her.
Have fun with your new life, Myra.
Good Samaritans. An interesting concept. Go with God's Hand on your shoulder, good people.
And some folks say they have never seen a miracle.
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Yes, Doug, there must be angels. Otherwise, a few of us probably wouldn't be around, given some of the stories we've covered over the years. Godspeed, Barb. I hope the aches and pains go away quickly in Los Cabos.
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