Bob Hoelter wonders if some divine intervention was at work one frigid winter night in Griffith, Indiana, last month — because if he hadn’t decided to walk two miles to his local store that evening, things may have turned out a lot differently.
“I usually drive. That night I decided I needed some exercise,” Hoelter said.
As Hoelter crossed a bridge, he heard a noise. He stopped. Then he heard it again. It was the saddest, most heartbroken whimper, coming from below.
