In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt:
I may have written about this before. There was a day, many years ago, when I was involved in a car accident. I remember myself standing on the side of the road, wondering who the person was who was screaming so much. I recall feeling very confused. After a while my brain seemed to register what was happening; it was then that I realised that the screaming came from me. It was my own hysterical voice.
A man whom I had never met before, a complete stranger came to me and held me against his chest with his arms around me. He just held me quietly, not saying word. He was not worried about all the blood on his clothes or the state I was in. He let go of me when the ambulance arrived. I don’t know who he was, but I will be forever grateful. I would like to thank that man. A complete stranger who was there for me in my hour of need.