Dartmouth General concerned stranger

Thank you Mr. I-don't-have-a-clue. I should remember your name. I heard it in the waiting room, then a couple times while we were in that same hallway spot in no man's land. But I was in the middle of completely losing my shit in an anxiety/panic attack that wasn't even the reason my daughter and I were there. We were there for her. But I felt it coming, couldn't stop it and ended up with her worried sick about me, and I was completely incapable of reassuring or comforting her effectively. She needed to do something to help, and you helped her find a bathroom to get me a wet towel. And you told her she was taking very good care of me. Thank you for that. It meant the world to her for a stranger to recognize her effort and reassure her. It means the world to me that you did that when I couldn't. —Normally Stable Mom That Lost It