Young angels abound in Santa Barbara. I have seen them and am forever grateful for their presence.
On Monday, March 1, my husband and I were returning to La Canada from San Francisco. We had been sharing the drive, so my husband was at the wheel when we pulled off the 101 to get a bite to eat at the FisHouse on Cabrillo before making the final two-hour drive home. We found parking behind the restaurant. I proceeded ahead to get a table while my husband locked the car. When he did not appear, I looked out the back door of the restaurant and saw him having difficulty locking our car. I went to check on what was delaying him. When he turned to me, he stumbled and then I saw the crooked smile. I know the signs; I had seen it before in others; he was having a stroke.
I turned to my right and about 15 feet away was the first angel who appeared, just strolling along behind the restaurant. I yelled for help and for her to call 9-1-1. Without hesitation, she came to help me and placed the call. I was trying to hold up my 190-pound husband, answer the questions posed by 9-1-1, and failing at both.