It was just like any other ride on the Garden State Parkway; cars and buses racing home, some winners but most losers in Atlantic City. A few people though were heading to work as usual for the night shift.

Out of nowhere, a bus loaded with people struck a northbound sport utility vehicle while trying to weave in and out of lanes, in to much of a hurry to get back to the terminal. In the blink of an eye it was over, seven passengers had been seriously injured including the bus-driver, who was still pinned in the bus, and the two fatalities; an elderly female passenger on the bus and the driver of the truck.

The bus-driver remembers awakening after the collision in excruciating pain. Standing over him was a middle-aged man with salt and pepper hair, a worn look on his face, but smiling just the same. He was all dressed in white and for a moment they just stared at each other in silence. Then the man in white spoke and said, "I'm here to help you, I'm a nurse, and I'll stay with you until the ambulance arrives."

The bus-driver remembers that the man spoke very little after that, but he attended to his wounds and comforted him in his pain. Later, he would recall that the man seemed to be in pain himself but ignored his own to care for the driver.

Days later, when the bus-driver woke up, he found that he was in the hospital, and that his wounds had been treated and were healing nicely. He asked what happened and if anyone else was injured. When the shock of what happened wore off, he asked of the mysterious "man in white" who cared for him.

No one seemed to know what to say except that when the paramedics arrived, the injured, including the bus-driver had been tended to and were off the side of the road. They also told the driver of two fatalities; the elderly woman and the driver of the truck.

The man could not recall anything else except he knew that he was the cause of the tragedy. He could not bring back the people who had died, but he did want to thank the stranger who took the time to care. Days later, still in the hospital recuperating, he noticed a picture in the newspaper. He recognized the face as that of the man who took care of him. He wanted to meet this kind stranger and to thank him. He got up, walked across the room and picked up the paper. To his shock it was the obituary section. The face was that of a man who had been killed tragically in an accident. It was the same man who helped him. Did the man die afterward, ignoring his own injuries? He needed to know.

A few days after his discharge, the bus-driver searched out the trooper who investigated the accident. He asked of the man who had died. To his shock and amazement, he was told that the man had died instantly in the accident. More shocking, he was a nurse on his way to work the night shift at the local hospital. He died doing what he loved most........dedicated to the art of caring.