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The Wallendas Steven G. Wallenda I Angel E. Wallenda Steven G. Wallenda II
November 3, 1991
Dear Jeanne:
Not long ago, my husband, my son & myself were attending the awards banquet for Dr. Norman Vincent Peale. I (Angel) received a 1991 award - Positive Thinking. There I learned about you & your son Ryan.
Long ago I wanted to write to you to express how wonderful you are & how brave your son was acting. I never did & I brushed it off as being silly - it would be one in thousands which you probably wouldn't see anyway.
Why am I writing? I'm no so sure why, myself except I really admire your courage & support you gave to your boy. Usually the one's working hard & supporting goes unnoticed or unappreciated & I wouldn't want that to happen.
I'm enclosing a Plus - which is my story. In it you'll notice we've been fighting a battle ourselves. I guess that's why I feel for you.
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The Wallendas Steven G. Wallenda I Angel E. Wallenda Steven G. Wallenda II
We've had the opportunity to go & speak at the Crystal Cathedral & I shared about how God works in mysterious ways. We sometimes don't understand or even agree with things but he's got his hand in all things.
I grew up in homes since I was 9 months old. I lived in 15 different foster homes by the ag 15 & I always felt alone & abandoned - God didn't care - so I won't bother with him either! (So I thought)
Through losing my leg & parts of my lungs to cancer I learned or was shown & taught - God is with me & has been - he's my protector & guidance.
This is getting long I hope you didn't mind me writing.
God Bless - Angel E. Wallenda
P.S. When I walk the wire with my artificial leg I now place this alongsite - Walk in his light. Warmed by his love. Steadied by his hand.
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Her soaring spirit has won this daring aerialist a place in the hearts of millions - and a Norman Vincent Peale Award for Positive Thinking
An Angel On High
Condensed from Reader's Digest Henry Hurt
Elizabeth Pintye was born on March 20, 1968, the sixth of seven children. Her parents had fled communist Hungary and settled in a suburb north of New York City.
The Pintye home was filled with fear and terror. Lizzie's mother was chronically ill. Her father was a harsh and ill-tempered disciplinarian. Assuming that the children probably had done something wrong, even if he did not know what, he would line them up and make them hold out their arms. Going from child to child, he would flail their arms with his belt until each one began to scream and cry.
The Pintye children were sporadically taken by au thorities and farmed out through the social-services system. At age three, her blue eyes and flaxen hair en riching her smile, Lizzie went to live with John and Pat Wilson in Carmel, N.Y. There she encountered an oasis of warmth and kindness. Even though the social-