In 1996 my apartment burned to the ground. My best friend, my dog and myself all narrowly escaped with our lives. When we arrived at the hospital one of the firemen was there. He came in with one of his own who was injured in the fire. He came over to me with a pink stuffed piggy and said it was for me. I’m quite sure I cried, a lot. He stayed with me in the hospital for hours while I underwent some incredibly painful tests. He held my hand. I will never forget him, or his kindness.