I was the comforted stranger. When my husband was in the hospital, I was told to gather the family because there was nothing more that could be done. I requested a transfer to a teaching hospital ninety minutes away. After watching the ambulance drive away, I went into the bathroom and was having good bawl in a stall. The restroom door opened, there was a pause, and then I heard, "Whatever is happening for you right now hon, I can pray for you and ask for the Lord to comfort you." She prayed, and then was gone. It was exactly what I needed at that point in time. PS, he's still alive, twenty-five years later.