A doctor saved my life 30 years ago when everyone around him believed I would never survive.
Yesterday, I found him again.
He was sitting outside the same hospital where he had once spent eleven hours fighting to keep my heart beating.
This time, nobody was fighting for him.
He was alone in the freezing rain, wearing a coat too thin for the weather and sitting on a flattened piece of cardboard that made it painfully clear he had been sleeping on the street.
I thought I was simply about to give an elderly homeless man a few dollars.
Instead, I discovered that the stranger sitting outside the hospital was the man who had given me my life.
And before that day was over, I knew I had to make sure he never had to sleep outside again.
THE NIGHT I WASN’T SUPPOSED TO SURVIVE
