Back in February, I started a thread titled "I was There" I talked about Woodstock back in 1969 and the angel who likely saved my life. The person who pulled me out of the mud, who I only remember as a smallish girl with dirty blond hair just happens to be a member here at USMB. For 42 years, when ever I related the tale, I referred to her only as "my angel". I had nothing more; no recollection of a conversation, no real memory of her face. When I told the story, she sent me a private message, saying she had pulled a young man out of the mud at the Festival. After several days of discussion, it became clear to me, that after 42 years, I had found my angel. However, she requested that I not reveal her identity. So, out of respect for her wishes, I more or less dropped the subject. Fast forward 3 months. A couple days ago, I posted a photo of me driving a farm tractor. She saw the picture and recognizes my nose and eyes and is sure that I am the man she pulled out of knee deep mud back in August of 1969. She has given me permission to go public. I'd like to present my nomination for the guardian angel of USMB, peach 174. Thank you, Angel!