On Wednesday, Dec. 13 about 8:30 p.m., I fell and an angel named Denise swooped down from heaven to the corner of Jackson and Ferdinand in Forest Park, picked me up and gave me handfuls of Kleenex. I was a bloody mess. Angel Denise wanted to take me to a hospital, but I had my dog and wanted to go home. She followed me in her car to make sure I was able to make it. If not for Denise, I would still be lying on the ground there. Please, Denise, get in touch with this newspaper and let me know how I can contact you. Denise lives in Oak Park. She was on her way to pick up her son. Thank you, thank you, Denise.
Editor’s note: Jackie Schulz is a columnist for the Forest Park Review.