During World War Two, a wounded soldier was stranded on the battlefield, unable to move. Bullets flew overhead, and he was certain he would not survive. Then, out of nowhere, another soldier appeared. Without speaking, the stranger lifted him onto his back and carried him through enemy fire. The wounded man passed out from blood loss and later woke up in a medic tent. When he asked about the soldier who saved him, no one knew who he was. No one matching the description had been seen by the other troops.
My Take: Stories like this make me wonder if some people are sent by fate itself. Maybe this was a soldier who had already fallen in battle, lingering for one last act of heroism. Or maybe it was just a man who knew his own life was less important than saving another. Either way, it is a story that sticks with you.
