Hey there, time traveller!
This article was published 9/8/2010 (2264 days ago), so information in it may no longer be current.
I was in a near fatal car/pedestrian accident close to Christmas 2009 in the Fort Richmond parking lot. I was told (I was unconscious at the time) I was thrown through two windshields and across Pembina Highway.
Many people came to my aid. I remember a woman’s voice that kept asking my name and address. I think I blurted something out. I kept calling people angels because I thought I was dead.
My injuries were extensive: broken pelvis; broken wrist; lacerated liver; facial lacerations; internal bleeding; contusions and bruises to name a few. I lay in the hospital bed at Christmas and was as depressed as could be. The pain and mental anguish were unbearable.
Anyway, the lady who talked to me before the paramedics arrived happened to be a nurse, and she was very concerned about me. On Christmas Day, she brought me a basket of treats, foods, a card, etc.
I knew I looked grotesque and told the nursing staff I could not face her that day. I asked her to come back. She did just that. She brought me an expensive art book. She must have Googled my name and found out I was an artist. I could not believe somebody could be that nice. When I saw her she was truly beautiful, outwardly and inwardly.
The joy you brought me that cold lonely Christmas day in the hospital was enormous. I will never forget you, Tessa. They said I was one in a million to survive that car crash, and you were one in million to go the extra mile to make someone happy. Thanks again.
— Eleanor Dorst