A light in all darkness 2


“Thank you very much doctor…”

“I’m Dr. Richard Weiss.”

“Thank you… thank you very much Doctor Richard, I am sorry if I will be a burden. I accept your kind offer. I need your help to recover my memory and find someone who knows me.”

“Yes dear, don’t worry. We will do our best to find your family as soon as possible.

Dr. Richard is a very nice and kind person. He has a big heart to help everyone who needs help, like me. He is now in his late 40’s. His family owned this Samaritan Hospital. His late great-grandfather, who was an excellent and famous surgeon, built this hospital for the poor.

Dr. Richard never gave up on me. He helped me recover from my bruises and he lifted my heart to never lose hope. He pays me a visit every day. He has been helping me with my memory recovery as well. However, he felt sad that he couldn’t save my sight. But he assured me that if we found a donor, he would be able to see again.

The nurses are nice too. They are helping me find someone who knows me by posting a picture of me in the missing persons bulletin. Nancy is one of them. She has been assigned to take care of me. She helps me in my bathroom, prepares my food and my bed. She said that she lost her younger sister and her parents in a car accident. She was the only survivor. The authority had placed her in an orphanage and she was adopted by a couple who could not have a child. She grew up with the love and care of this couple. She promised herself to become a nurse one day and help others in need as well. And now she fulfills her dream. She really took good care of me during my recovery period.

I hope someone kind and gentle comes along soon and claims to have met me. I really wish there was someone looking for me. Or do I have a family? They must be very worried about me now…

It’s been three months since I woke up in the dark here in the hospital. They won’t let me help them work because the doctor said some of my wounds aren’t healed yet, and I’m blind so I can’t work as well. So I’m just talking to other patients and making friends to feel comfortable with others. But I feel miserable and a burden to these kind people.

“Candida!” That’s what they called me because they saw a handkerchief with that name embroidered on it when they found me. “Someone is here looking for you. I think he knows you, and he’s a very handsome man by the way,” Nancy told me excitedly.