Cowboy boots and a smile

On Feb 27,’93, late in the evening you were called to Good Samaritan to operate on my hand. You arrived all dressed up and with cowboy boots and a smile, even though I had taken you away from a charity party. I was one of 3 traveling sales women (we’re in the same business). The man who hit us unfortunately had an epileptic seizure. It’s been 3 years and my hand is so good that you deserve to know what a good job you did. I will thank you forever.