The word my mother repeatedly used to describe Anthony was "angel." She had surgery and was brought over to the women's center post-op. She was brought into the room and was left waiting for the nurse. However, the lights were left off, the door closed, and they left alone. The daughter walked in to find her crying and in so much pain. She used the call button for the nurse, and Anthony came in to help her get comfortable and medicated. He was not even the nurse assigned to her, but he went out of his way to help her. He was her ANGEL.