Caring stranger assists family in crisis

On the evening of Feb. 6, my husband was feeling ill. He thought we should go to the hospital. En route, his condition began to rapidly deteriorate. I panicked and pulled into the drive of the first house I saw with lights on. This was at 10:30 on a Saturday night, and as I pounded on the door, I prayed to God that someone would answer.

My prayer was answered. The gentleman who greeted me at the door called an ambulance and sat and prayed with me until they arrived.

He and his daughter then drove me to St. Luke's Hospital, where they stayed with me and other family members to await word on my husband's condition.

When the doctors delivered the devastating news, they grieved with us and tried to give all the comfort they could to people they had never met until that night.

On Sunday morning, I received a call from this caring gentleman asking if there was anything that he or his family could do for us. He and his family came to console us during the visitation and also at the funeral.

Words cannot explain the feelings we feel toward this man whom God sent to help in our time of need. Compassion and hope are still very much alive; sometimes it just takes a while to find.

Bev Martin

Central City