I have been hearing about the Asheville “vortex” ever since moving here in 2011 but did not realize that the city is also host to a number of angelic beings.
Three weeks ago, I suffered a severe psychotic break and found myself wandering down Biltmore Avenue, trying to make it to the hospital on foot. At a gas station, I glimpsed an off-duty ambulance and was able to flag it down.
The two EMTs manning it swiftly carried me off to the hospital and safety. They were kind, compassionate and respectful. I believe their names were Andrew and Kassandra.
I’m not sure if they are human, but if so, I would like to offer them my undying gratitude. They saved my life.
— Kristina Orchard-Hays