A few years ago I was living alone in Dharamshala, Himachal Pradesh. While trying to reverse my car on a narrow strip of land in the mountains, I lost control, and the car slid down into a deep gorge, thousands of feet below. Due to multiple fractures and severe injuries, I was in the hospital for months, and have no recollection of my rescue, which was carried out in the difficult terrain. However, many months later, I was told by friends who were the first to arrive on the scene that the farmers working on their fields close by had seen the fall and come running. They had somehow managed to get me out of the badly mangled car and carry me to the main road. They had then stopped the first car and rushed me to the nearest government hospital. After a few hours, my family had managed to arrange for an emergency airlift to the nearest city. I never went back to Dharamshala again.
Even after so many years, I don’t know anything about the kind man who had stopped and taken me to the hospital. As soon as he had seen some friends arrive and doctors take charge, he had quietly left the hospital.No one, due to shock and suddenness of events, had remembered to take his details. Doctors were unanimous that the timely medical attention had saved my life, but my benefactor had disappeared without a trace, shunning all credit.
Many enquiries later, the only facts that emerged were that it was a new car and his back seat was completely soaked in blood as soon as I was placed there. I’d practically ruined his new car!
The memory of this kindness to a complete stranger is still warm and alive in a grateful heart.
An act of kindness can sometimes be a life saving one!
~ Black Lotus User