This is a long overdue thank you. At least 10 years have passed since I made a phone call in the middle of the night to my husband, and dialed the wrong number. I had just had brain surgery to help with my Parkinson's symptoms. When I first called who I thought to be my husband, I could not speak well. So, imagine my surprise when the caller became frantic, and began asking over and over if I was all right, then asking if I was one of his patients.
I tried so hard to tell this man that I had dialed the wrong number. But he could not understand me. Frustrated, I said good-bye and hung up. He obviously had caller ID. He called me back and introduced himself as Dr. Hart, and once again he began asking if I was all right. At this point, I'm pretty sure he knew I was not one of his patients, but I could not make him understand that I was OK. Even more aggravated, I said good-bye and hung up.
A little later, there was a knock on the door. It was the police. They said a Dr. Hart had called on my behalf to make sure that I was all right.
That doctor went far and beyond the call of duty to make sure that somebody he didn't know was OK. I want him to know that I appreciate his efforts, even though this letter is way, way late in coming.
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Susan G. Lane