Dayton Diary: In search of my Good Samaritan

I am looking for the man who came to my rescue in 1972. He went out of his way to help save me, a person he didn’t know. I am forever grateful to him. 

Starting my third year at UD, I was for the first time living off campus, at the corner of Wayne and Holly Avenues, about a mile east of campus.

On Sept. 18 at 3 a.m. while sleeping, I was physically attacked.

I screamed.

The attacker ran away. I called the police. Before the police came, I saw another man in the hallway; he was wearing only boxer shorts and a T-shirt. In his hands was a cinder block. I froze. He identified himself as another student and said he came because he heard screaming from our house. Along the way, he picked up the cinder block.

He had light brown, longish hair and was medium height, maybe 5’10.” Once the police came, I don’t remember him staying. 

I never found out who this student was. I did not get to thank him. I don’t know why. Perhaps the shock. UD administrators relocated us to Campus South quickly after the incident, and I never returned to that house.

I hope he will see this or someone he told or his housemates will remember this event and contact me. I hope I find him to thank him properly.

In the meantime, I send universal thanks to those who help strangers in times of great need.

To connect Caparosa and her Good Samaritan, email magazine@udayton.edu.