Every day my husband parked his car in the same open-air car park in Zimbabwe. On this particular day, he had been running to his car with a huge bundle of office papers under his arm. As he opened the car door, he suddenly lost control of his body. He felt a stabbing pain in his arm, became totally breathless and lost consciousness.
A young woman getting into her own car in the otherwise deserted car park noticed what was going on and at once ran to my husband’s aid, trying to resuscitate him. Realising time was critical, she tried to move my husband to her car, calling the guard at the gate.
Fearing an ambulance would take too long to arrive, she felt it better to get to the hospital as quickly as she could.
Once this Good Samaritan realised he was in capable hands she returned to the car park, found his keys on the ground, collected his scattered papers and stacked them in the car. Having seen my husband come out of a certain building each day, the security guard thought he knew where he worked. The young woman managed to locate his colleagues who in turn contacted my niece. She then waited for me to return home so she could break the news to me.
After extensive tests it turned out that my husband had had a grand mal epileptic seizure. We were naturally eager to find the kind stranger who had come to his aid. After some weeks we discovered where the young woman worked. She was overjoyed when my husband walked into her office with a huge bouquet of flowers.
She said she required no thanks, and preferred to remain anonymous.
We now live in a different country, but each Christmas my husband remembers her act of kindness and sends a gift.