Two years ago, my grandmother was in the final stages of her battle with breast cancer. We knew it was going to happen soon, but we didn’t know when. I was riding the bus home from work one day when I got a call from my dad. He was at the hospital and with his voice cracking, he told me it was time. I should get to the hospital as soon as I could. I was in no emotional condition to drive so a family friend was coming to pick me up from the bus stop and dive me to the hospital. When I got off the bus I was hyperventilating and felt lost. A woman came up to me and asked if I was okay. I unloaded on her, telling her that I needed to get to the hospital, that my grandmother was about to die and I didn’t know what to do. The woman sat with me, embraced me, consoled me, and made sure I was as okay as I could be until my family friend arrived. I will never forget that woman, because if I had had to sit on the side of Route 9 by myself for 15 minutes I don’t know if I could have handled it. She was a beacon of light in the worst situation.