Shirah, and the spot on Garstang Road where she came off her bike

You didn’t have to stop, when you saw my bike on the middle of Garstang Road, with me laying unconscious somewhere near it – you were off duty and the paramedics were already on their way (unless it was you who rang them?).

You definitely did not have to sit in the road with me, and take control – holding my head still as I regained consciousness and started to react to the pain, and keeping the poor driver my bike collided with to remain calm while we waited for the ambulance.

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You didn’t have to stay there, helping the paramedics and police get up to speed on the situation, or offer your services as a trauma nurse to move me safely.

But you did those things, and maybe more, as I was lying there flitting in and out of consciousness. And I want to say thank you.

Thank you for reminding each and every one of my loved ones that there are good people. Thank you for your kindness and willingness to step in, even though you didn’t have to. Thank you for helping me realise it was going to be okay.

And thank you to all your on-duty colleagues, who took over when I reached Royal Preston Hospital. For each orderly, nurse, junior doctor, radiologist and consultant who treated me. Each one of you was a credit to your profession, as you worked through the very long night to care for me.

You all made a traumatic and painful experience that much less traumatic. Thank you.