Her breathing was labored.
The Red Cross volunteer placed her hand on the woman willing her to lay still.
I stayed with the baby.
"What's the woman's name?" I asked.
"I don't know," the sister-of-mercy responded.
She continued to breathe. Loudly. Laboriously. So did we.
The paramedics arrived. They rolled her out.
I bowed my head again and cried: "God, I don't even know her name to call it to You!"
"It's okay," I seemed to hear. "I do."
[Not] Just an ordinary moment...