My husband drives truck up north in Alberta, Canada in the oil fields. It's not a nice place to work, but I don't ask and he doesn't tell.

One night, he was unloading his truck when he was overcome by a smell he knew all too well (H2S). He knew he didn't have much time before he passed out and he was right. When he came to, he was in the shack about 100 yards from his truck. He was still light headed, but when it began to clear, he remembered what had happened and that he had to go turn off his pump on the truck. When he'd passed out, the pump was still pumping.

On his way back to the truck, he noticed what looked like drag marks all the way from his truck to the shack, then discovered that his truck was turned off and not even a dribble had spilled.

Confused, he walked back to the shack to ask the guys what had happened. They told him that they heard a thump at the door and opened it to see him lying there. He asked them who had turned off his truck, but none of them had done it. With H2S gas, you don't have time to think. When you smell it, you have to get away and fast.

My mother passed away two weeks before this incident happened. I made her promise that after she passed, she would let me know if she was fine. Maybe, saving my husband was her way of telling me she is still with me and looking out for my family. My husband told me later that he shouldn't be here and he doesn't know how or why he is. Still, to this day, he doesn't know how he got to the shack or how his truck got turned off.  He said, that before he passed out, he remembered thinking how mad I would be if he died.