Jodi, 33, and Angelo, 31
In 2008, my mom suffered a stroke and fell into a coma.
Everyday, all day, I (Jodi) sat at the hospital.
I spent most of my time in the ICU’s waiting room as I was not allowed to stick around when the doctors were in with my mom.
After a week straight of being there, seeing the same people day in, day out, I met a family whose son (Angelo) had been in a terrible car accident and was in an induced coma.
Over the next month, I saw them everyday and always asked about their son, as they did my mother.
A few weeks later, my mom and Angelo were released from the ICU and moved to different wards in the hospital.
One day, as I was leaving after a visit with my mother, I ran into Angelo and his sister in the elevator, and we finally met face to face.
Soon after, Angelo and I were bumping into each other regularly around the hospital, and I started visiting him in his room.
When Angelo was released from the hospital in July 2008, we exchanged numbers and began talking on the phone.
Our first “dates” were spent watching movies at his house as he wasn’t yet in any condition to go out.
It’s been three years since our fated meeting, and we are now living together.