From Chicken Soup for the Soul Daily Inspirations for Women

September 12

In 1949, my father had just returned home from the war, but the thrill of his reunion with his family was soon overshadowed. My grandmother had to be hospitalized. The doctors told my father that she needed a blood transfusion immediately or she would not live through the night. The problem was, her blood type was AB-, a very rare type. Not one member of the family was a match, so the doctors gave the family no hope.

My father left the hospital to gather up all the family members to tell Grandmother good-bye. He passed a soldier in uniform hitchhiking home. Though he had no inclination to do a good deed, something pulled him to a stop.

The stranger noticed my father’s tears right away and inquired about them. It got very quiet in the car as my father told the story. Then this unidentified soldier showed my father his dog tags, AB-. The soldier told my father to turn the car around and get him to the hospital.

My grandmother lived until 1996. To this day no one in my family knows the soldier’s name.

Jeannie Ecke Sowell

Doing a good deed has unimaginable rewards.

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