I take my daughter to the local pool a couple of times a week where she swims with my wife (my wife swims earlier when no children are allowed). Sometimes I hang around watching them swim. One time a couple of weeks ago I noticed an elderly woman waiting by the entrance for at least 15 minutes. I approached her and asked if she wanted to use my phone, to ensure her lift was coming for her. I don’t think she ever used a cell phone before; I had to dial a couple of numbers until she connected to a relative that would pick her up.
Today, as I walked into the pool’s entrance, the elderly lady was waiting for her lift again, but this time she turned to me with a serious expression on her face and asked, “Are you the gentleman who I borrowed the cell phone from?” Yup, that was me. “You saved my husband’s life; he had a stroke. That’s why he didn’t pick me up that time. If I hadn’t used your phone to call my daughter, she wouldn’t have checked up on my husband.” Well then. “How’s he doing?” was the first thing that popped into my head (the second thing being this will make an interesting blog entry!)
“He’s still recovering in the hospital”, she said offhandedly, as if that’s not the point, buddy – I’m trying to thank you here.
“Glad I could help”, I said. She thanked me again, and I said “You’re welcome.”
All I did was let her borrow my phone, so it’s no big deal from my perspective. Kinda neat though.